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A35858 A dialogue between a blind-man and death Standfast, Richard, 1608?-1684. 1686 (1686) Wing D1291; ESTC R184577 3,923 1

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true But that 's a thing with which I 've nought to do That I to some prove better to some worse To some a Blessing and to some a Curse That 's none of mine I may not undertake it 'T is Gods appointment and mens works that make it Hence 't is that Sinners Troubles never cease And that the End of th' Upright Man is peace Blind-Man There now remains but only one thing more Will not thy pow'r be one day out of door Death Yes I must needs confess 't is very true There is a Death for Me as well as You And mine 's the worst for I must die for ever You may revive again but I shall never Blind-Man By all that hath been said I now do see You needed not have been so rough with me Death Come let that pass The kinder to appear I will reveal a secret in your Ear. The Death of Christ upon the painful Cross Which seem'd to be my Gain turn'd to my Loss As in his Hair the strength of Sampson lay And with his Hair went Sampson's strength away So I 've no strength but what I had from Sin Nor have I Sting but what lies hid therein Christ Suffering Death to put this sting away Hath made me his whom I suppos'd my Prey My Strength is now decay'd my Sting rebated My Boldness Check'd and my Dominion mated And I am now both faint and feeble grown Much like poor Sampson when his streagth was gone In my own Craft I was Compleatly routed My Jaws are broken and my Holders outed What now I catch I have no pow'r to keep My very Name is chang'd from Death to Sleep I seiz'd on Christ indeed that I did do Nay more I bound him in my Prison too But all my strongest Doors Bars Bolts and Bands Were but meer Nothing in his mighty Hands He broke them all and left my doors wide ope And all his Servants Prisoners of Hope For though they dye yet with devout Affection They do expect a joyfull Resurrection And with their Master to be brought again That they with him for ever may Remain Thus Christ by dying did become Victorious And from his Bed of Darkness rose more glorious And I by Binding Him made my self fast And His I know will prove my Death at last Blind-Man These words give Comfort and Instruction too Henceforth I shall be better pleas'd with you Decreed it is for all men once to dye After that Judgment then Eternity To Prayer therefore will I joyn Endeavour So to live here that I may live for Ever And seeing they that have and keep Christs words Whether they live or dye be all the Lords Repentance Faith and New Obedience shall Fit and prepare me for my Funeral From whence I trust my Saviour will translate me In Season due beyond their reach that hate me Even to that place of Life and Glory too Where neither Death nor Sin hath ought to do This hope in me that Word of his doth cherish He that believes in Me shall never perish Now welcome Death upon my Saviours Score Who would not dye to live for Evermore Death Sir I perceive you speak not without Reason I 'll leave you now and call some other Season Blind-Man Call when you please I will await that Call And while I stand make ready for my Fall In the mean time my constant Prayer shall be From Sudden and from Endless Death Good Lord deliver me The Conclusion Judge not of Death by Sence least you mistake it Death 's neither Friend nor Foe but as you make it Live as you should you need not then Complain For where to Live is Christ to Dye is Gain FINIS LICENSED According to Order LONDON Printed by George Larkin at the Coach and Horses without Bishopsgate a little beyond Old Bedlam 1686.