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A serious meditation for sinners vvhich is set forth in several discourses, which passed between a soul at her departure, and the members of the body : in three parts / by Edward Carrey.
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Carrey, Edward.
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Wing C641; ESTC R34787
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A SERIOUS MEDITATION FOR SINNERS VVhich is set forth in several Discourses Which passed between a Soul at her departure and the Members of the Body In Three PARTS By Edward Carrey Licensed according to Order Printed for J. Blare at the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge A Serious MEDITATION FOR SINNERS c. Part I. YOu that are in the Glory of your Prime Be sure that you make good use of your time For when time 's past you cannot it recal Time still runs on it stays for none at all Do not serve Satan shun his ill advise Because he will contrive for to intice You in your Youth to act those things that 's ill And much displeasing to God's blessed will. One sin there is which now I shall declare He does entice young Children for to swear Before some scarce have learn'd their A B C They 'll Curse and Band alas more is the pitty It 's to be doubted that their Parents they In wickedness do spend their time away For if that they in fear of GOD did live They would to them better instructions give Both Rich and Poor of your Children take care Aâ—d don't allow them for to Curse and swear Lest they through your neglect be forc'd to mourn And Curse the hour wherein they was born Be careful to instruct them in their youth To serve the Lord in Spirit and in truth Allow them not to keep ill Company For fear they come to shame and misery Likewise you Children in your Blooming Spring Let not your disobedience sorrow bring To fill your Aged parents hearts with woe But uâ—to them still due obedience show Honour your Parents do not them despise Be always dutiful to them likewise And don 't run on against the Laws of GOD For fear lest he should scourge you with his Rod. Let Young and Old both Rich and poor amend Their wicked lives and not so much offend Your Gracious God who now 's offended sore Lest he forsake you and ne'er own you more Oh what condition would that soul be in That now s delighting and glorying in sin If God should turn his glorious day to night Who knows then where his Soul will take its flight Oh think on this in time both Rich and poor Take care and don 't offend your God no more That when God's pleas'd his messenger to send You may prepared be then for your end You that these Lines doth Read or hear I pray Reform your Lives and do not fool away Your dear and precious time in wickedness If that you e'er do hope for heavens Bliss Part. II. The Souls Lamentation I pray give ear unto the dismal state Oâ— one who was a wicked Reprobate That when he came upon his bed to dye His precious soul was forc'd these words to cry Soul. Oh eyes where are you now who often was So quick and sharp on vanity to gaze Come come direct n e now and be my guide Vnto some plâ—ce where I my self may hide Eyes Alas dear soul we cannot be thy guide Therefore thy suit to us must be deny'd For we are dim also our strings are broke Our sight is gone of it there is no hope Soul. Oh Ears who oftentimes was wont to be Much Recreated with sweet harmony Of Musick which you always lov'd to hear Likewise pleasant d scourse pleas'd you most dearâ— Ears Oh! can you hear of any one now who That can or wiâ—l me any comfort show No sâ—ul we can't hear no comfort for thee Because ouâ— hearing 's gone and dull we be Soul. Oh Tongue You that would often brag and boast And had such way of a daunting Discourse Come speak up now for me with Courage bold To take my part and don 't thy speech with-hold You oftentimes would take God's Name in Vain What is the cause you do your speech refrain Alas the tongue is dumb and grown so weak That unto me it can no comfort speak Oh Hands who that in War took such delight Who in your prime that was such hands to fight Come stir up now put forth your strength for me E're I am lost to all eternity Hands Though formerly we were such hands of might Alas poor soul for thee we cannot fight We are grown feeble and in such a case We cannot move our selves out of the place Soul. Oh! feet I 'm in distress can you help me Who that was wonâ— so nimble for to be My case is bad stand up for me therefore And carry me where I may be seen no more Alas the feet are dead and cold as Clay They can't stir to carry me hence away I now am helpless left where can I flee To hide my self from Satan's tiranny Oh! filthy Carcass Oh thou lump of sin Who hast always so vile and wicked been I for the time which thou so illy spent Shall be kept in everlasting torment Alas alas I now shall forced be From hence into a gulf of Misery In cruel torments for to make my moan Whilst happy souls rejoyce in Heaven's throne A Righteous man when he doth come to die He need not fear the sting of death for why Because that he will be accompanied With Angels bright before that he is dead Who waits to take his Soul so soon as she Is seperated then from his Body To carry her hence to Christ who that will say Thou art welcome soul unto Eternal Joy. Part. III. Christ's Comfort to Sinners I Once did suffer Death upon the Cross For to Redeem poor sinners that were lost With a bleeding heart for Sinners I did Groan I died for thee come Soul thou art my own Thee for thy good works shalt partaker be Of Heaven's Crown with a blessed Company Of Saints and Angels that will thee surround VVith great Triumphing Joys when thee art Crown'd The glorious heavenly host shall thee attend Thy Joy and pleasures ne'er shall have an end Whilst wicked ones for sin in torments be Thee shalt have rest in paradise with me Now to Conclude all you that do design Heaven for your dera souls repent in time That when you come this mortal life to leave Christ Jesâ—s may your precious Soul Receive The Esquires Tragedy Tune of forgive me if your looks I thought OH fairest but unkindest she that ever was admired To be so cruel unto me since you my heart have fired Your looks to me did seem most kind when first I did behold you But oh the torments of my mind I oftentimes have told you In thee I place my chiefest joy I seek no other treasure Then do not all my hopes destroy who loves thee out of measure Forbear to triumph in disdain since here I lie and languish True love is a tormenting pain which fills my soul with anguish The silent night I spend in tears and melt in lamentation And yet no glance of love appears but utrer detestation Regarding not my perious moan my sighs and sad lamenting Your heart like flint or marble-stone feel not the least relenting Your beauty gave the fatal wound and did at first allure me In chains of love I now lye bound and you alone can cure me Cast not a loyal love away who at your feet lies bleeding Vnto my sight one smile convey for which my tears are pleading Why should â—o charming beauty bright resolve to be so cruel O let me not be ruin'd quite in love's destroying fuel See how my eyes like fountains flow with christial tears before thee Then do not seek his overthrow who does this â—ay adoâ—e thee Behold I am tâ—y Captive slave thy wounded love belâ—eve me And you alone my life can save and therefore â—ow repâ—â—eâ—e me Yet tho' my tâ—ief you 'll not remove but still with torments fill me Yet I canâ—ot forbear to love although with scorn you kill me If thus you are resolv'd to frown and slight my friendly favour Then to the grave I will go down farewel thou world for ever I find she triumphs in disdain and still denys the blessing Why should I live to feel this pain which is beyond expressing This said his naked sword he drew and to his heart he sent it And as he bid the world adieu she bitterly lamented Crying I was unfortunate wou'd I had dy'd before him Thus did she weep when 't was too late for tears could not restore him FINIS