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A54593 Daily meditations, or, Quotidian preparations for and considerations of death and eternity begun July 19, 1666 / by Philip Pain. Pain, Philip, d. 1668? 1668 (1668) Wing P190; ESTC W36143 8,509 24

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DAILY MEDITATIONS OR Quotidian Preparations for AND Considerations of DEATH AND ETERNITY Begun July 19. 1666. By Philip Pain Who lately suffering Shipwrack was drowned Job 30.23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living Eccles 12.1 Remember now thy Creator in the dayes of thy youth c. CAMBRIDGE Printed by Marmaduke Johnson 1668. The Porch TO live's a Gift to dye's a Debt that we Each of us owe unto Mortality What though the dead do ghastly look and we Like Children frighted are even but to be Sp●ct●tors of a dying man or woman Yet nothing's to be fear'd that is so common It is not Death that we in them do see It 's but the Mask wherewith 't will vailed be Yet where 's the m●n or woman that can look Death in the face as in some pleasing book Can we contented be to view our face In such a dreadful doleful Looking-glass O where 's the man or woman that can cry Behold I come Death I desire to dye O where 's the man or woman that can say Lord I desire my dissolution day And what 's the reason 't is so hard to dye To leave this World so full of vanity What makes it terrible nought but the sense Of guilt sin Break down this potent fence And then be sure for aye you shall enjoy Joyes everlasting Everlasting joy P. P. July 19. 1666. The 5th day Meditation 1. GReat God how short's mans time each minute speaks He is but dust and that his Vessel leaks Each moment of my moment any time Does plainly tell me 't is not mine but thine He gives me time to live and verily Ere long I shall have likewise time to dye Meditat. 2. After the time of Life is ended then Oh there 's Another Time for sons of men A great ETERNITY will surely come Of blessed Happiness or cursed Doom Lord grant I may be one of those that may Enjoy the first with thee another day Meditat. 3. Down to the grave I must ere long descend Leave all my friends behinde thither I bend And steer my wearied Course unto that Port To which all sorts of Nations do resort When I cast Anchor grant O Lord that I May safely ride where Christ himself did lye Meditat. 4. This World a Sea of trouble is and Man Is swimming through this vast wide Ocean The billows heat the waves are angry and 'T is seldome that he spies a helping hand To buoy his head up O great God let me Be kept from sinking into misery This day is past but tell me who can say That I shall surely live another day July 20. The 6th day Meditat. 5. I can but dye but once why should I fear Whether I fear or not 't is all as near O but my Soul consider that sad time Gives every thing to death leaves nothing thine Except thy stinking Carcase which shall be Dispos'd to weal or woe eternally Meditat. 6. The Passing-bell sounds harsh unto the ear Of all that do the King of Terrours fear But let a man have but an interest In Jesus Christ 't will toll him to his rest Lord give me such a gift none other I Crave or desire whether I live or dye Meditat. 7. Death puts an end to every thing below It gives the killing wound the fatall blow Of those that here a while did but reside But for a time the last act is They dy'd Then grant O Lord that I may act this Part Well on the Stage then Death lo here 's my Meditat. 8. Scarce do I pass a day but that I hear Some one or other's dead and to my ear Me thinks it is no news but Oh? did I Think deeply on it what it is to dye My Pulses all would bear I should not be Drown'd in this Deluge of Security Think every day thy last and ready bee And so th' uncertain hour shall welcome thee July 21. The 7th day Meditat. 9. Man's life is like a Rose that in the Spring Begins to blossome fragrant smells to bring Within a day or two behold Death's sent A publick Messenger of discontent Lord grant that when my Rose begins to side I may behold an Everlasting shade Meditat. 10. Alas what is the World a Sea of Gliss Alas what 's Earth it's but an Hower-glass The Sea dissolves the Glass is quickly run Behold with speed man's Life is quickly done Let me so swim in this Sea that I may With thee live happy in another day Meditat. 11. Had I as many dayes to live as I See drops are in the sea yet I must dye Each day a drop would carry away a day And so my life would swiftly pass away Jehovah great humbly I thee beseech The number of my dayes me for to teach Meditat. 12. I every day do see that here below Is nothing permanent away they go Friends and Relations every thing that I Do cast mine eyes upon is Vanity Give me a portion then even in that place Where still I may behold thy blessed face I now lye down to rest but do not know Where by the morning God will me bestow July 22. SAB. The first day Meditat. 13. What great security poss●sses some Who think that Death's asl●ep or cannot come How miserable are such Souls who think To live even as they list of sin to drink Wide seas and rivers when alas they see Not their approaching damning destiny Meditat. 14. The time is short sayes Paul it 's short indeed For it hath Eagles wings and flees with speed Each minute from us how should we improve This our short time that does so swiftly move Lord grant I be not prodigal of Time Thinking 't is thine that I do use not mine Meditat. 15. The dead they praise thee not the living they Sound forth thy blessed praises every day In grave there 's no rememberance of thee But of thee in that place forgetful bee Lord grant that I may praise thee whiles that I Have time to live and summon'd not to dye Meditat. 16. The misery of man is great on him Because his time he knows not 't is his sin And nothing else that thus hath man undone And makes this Race of Life painful to run Lord give me knowledge of my time that so Prep●●'d I may be here before I go One day of grace more here I have enjoy'd It 's Gods great mercy I am not destroy'd That greatly have provok'd him July 23. The second day Meditat. 17. Whilst in this world I stay some hopes have I That I shall reign in Heaven eternally But when my time is past and I am gone There 's no hope left for me to build upon Lord grant me full assurance whilst that I Am here so willing I shall be to dye Meditat. 18. We are but babes of yesterday and we Are sons and daughters of Mortalitie From dust we came to dust we must again And to the grave with speed
I may those great things improve That are brought down to earth from heaven above Give me an interest in thy Son and then Though I dye ne're so much I 'le live agen July 29. The First day Meditat. 41. How eagerly doth vain man here pursue These worldly things when his dayes are so few His time is short it 's short yea short indeed That flies so swiftly from him with such speed Lord help me to consider that I must Not here live alwayes but return to dust Meditat. 42. How precious Oh how precious is our Time Sure to mis-spend it is a sinfull Crime This Pearl being lost is never to be found Again though all the world our cries resound O thou that art the God of Ages give Me that grace for to know what 't is to live Meditat. 43. What are our dayes unto Eternity Our present joyes to future misery What is there in this world that stable is What 's all that 's here below to lasting bliss Jehovah help me here that so I may Enjoy eternall bliss another day Meditat. 44. ETERNITY O Soul-amazing thought That never to my senses yet was brought Rightly to understand it O the height The breadth the length the depth of what I slight Help Son of David mercy on me have This is a coming I must to the grave I now repose my weary head upon My Pillow but I shall be shortly gone July 30. The second day Meditat. 45. Gods mercy unto man is great who gives Unto him life 't is enough that he lives God might have justly took our lives from us Long afore this Death following the Curse Lord grant the Curse may be remov'd from me The grave then Lord will smell most fragrantlie Meditat. 46. Long life a mercy is to good and bad And makes the hearts of most men very glad Yet the true Childe of God desires home Unto his Fathers house for to be gone Lord when thou seest fit work grace in me That I may so in Heaven desire to be Meditat. 47. Adam was plac'd unto his hearts desire In Paradice untill he did aspire To storm the Heavens whence Death did assume His Title King of Terrours to consume Frail sle●● and in a moment make it fly From Earth to Heaven from hence t'Eternity Meditat. 48. No sooner did we change our Mothers Womb For this frail World but by and by a Tomb Prepared is and Mourners they attend To lead us softly to our Journevs end Lord grant that when my change comes I may be Then fit t' enjoy Communion with thee Death is a Lot is common unto all And when w' are gone Friends cannot us recall July 31. The third day Meditat. 49. In Heaven are eternal joyes and sure In that place there are Remedies to cure Our here Sin-sick'ned Souls but Oh shall I Be made a Patient of this Remedy Lord I believe a Heaven there is but this The Question is Shall I enjoy that bliss Meditat. 50. In Hell are Torments Torments without end And them I must endure if that no friend I have of Jesus O my Soul must I Go from PAIN here to Pain eternally I know there is a Hell Lord grant that I May go from Earth to Heaven when I dye Meditat. 51. My Soul tell me Are there not many that Do wish for Heaven and yet miss the Gate How many do with Balaam wish that they May depart like a Saint at dying day Lord let me to be like them here desire Upon this earth as when they do expire Meditat. 52. How many are there that may take their Harps And hang upon the Willows mournful hearts Would best become such as must go from hence And then in Hell have lasting residence O Lord how little do I think on this That I may be one that may miss of Bliss I am I see still Mercies Monument For more one day is still unto me lent August 1. The 4th day Meditat. 53. How often should we think of this that we Must ere long yield to Death's supremacie The time ere long wil● come when we shall be No more and shor●ly we no time shall see O that I might be then pr●par'd for this So great a Charge and ●e receiv d to Bliss M●ditat 54. The sons of men are prone to f●rget Death And put it farre away from them till br●ath Begins to tell them they must to the grave And ●hen Oh what would the● give but to h●ve One year of respite Help me Lord to know As I move here so my time moves also Meditat. 55. Whilst we live here we have he blessed voice Of God by Ministers the blessed noise And sound of Aarons Bells the time will be When we no more of this shall hear or see Help Lord that I may then improve the same Unto the praise and glory of thy Name Meditat. 56. The time will be when we shall be No more Where will the World be then 'T will be No more Where will our Comforts be They 'll be No more Where will our Friends be then They 'll be No more Lord grant me then thy grace lest that No more Do seize upon me and I be No more No More O solemn sound This night I may Be struck by Death and never see the day August 2. The 5th day Meditat. 57. How tremblingly do creatur●s here appear Before an earthly Judge what dreadf●l fear Does seize upon them at the Barre of him Who likewise must arraigned be for sin Lord gran● me here thy grace and so may I With joy at last behold ●hy Majesty Meditat. 58. The day of death 's a coming ●fter that A day of Judgement will discriminate And put a d●fference 'twixt the Saints and those Who do Gods Wayes and Precepts here oppose Lord let me be prepared for that day That so with joy Lord thee behold I may M●ditat 59. The hand of Death strikes sure there 's nothing can Obstruct or hinder it and every man Whether he will or no must know that he Must into dust most surely turned be O how sh●uld I prepare for this since 't is So sure and certain which I cannot miss Meditat. 60. Death is a surly Sergeant no respect Hath he to persons does their tears reject No bribe will blinde his eyes away we must If he but call and return to the dust Lord grant that I may death behold with joy And to my soul let it bring no annoy Each minute gives my time a shorter time Not to prepare for Death is a sad crime August 3. The 6th day Meditat. 61. There 's nothing that I do or act but sayes That I am Mortal with an Emphasis Each day speaks to me and gives me to know That I ere it be long away must go Let me an interest have in Christ and I Shall over Death triumph with victory Meditat. 62. How is it that I am so careless here And never mind how I my Course do steer For an Eternal Port and never think That at the last my leaky Ship will sink Lord guard me from those Pirats that would catch My Soul do thou Lord be their over-match Meditat. 63. Lord what 's the reason I 'me so loth to hear Of the great day of Death what means this fear That at the thoughts of death o're-spreads me and Prompts me to give a willing Countermand Jesus 't is to be fear'd I never stood As one that 's interested in thy Blood Meditat. 64. What makes the Saints on earth desire to be Dissolved and that blessed day to see What makes them whilst they 're here below to groan Against this body of Corruption Lord they know that when they from hence do go On them a glorious Kingdome thou 'lt bestow Lord if my Soul this night away thou take Let me by morning then in Heav'n awake FINIS A POSTSCRIPT TO THE READER 'T Is not to shew the Author's Wit but Grace That these sew Poems are expos'd to view In which thou may'st behold Youths flow'ry face Set toward Sion seeking things most true Contemning worldly Vain 's but prising high A place i' th' Mansions of Eternity Here was hours spent indeed and yet not spent Time thus improv'd is to Redeem the time For Youth Death's company thus to frequent As if a dweller in his shady Clime Does prove a thing so rare so seldome known That scarce Old Age can call this act its own By hourly meditating on the Grave He ' came acquainted with that darksome Cell Knew that from going thither none could save We on the Brink of Machpelah do dwell Therefore prepar'd with sedulous desire To take his Bed there when he should expire And though our Saviour with his Odours sweet Hath to the Faithfull it perfum'd yet there They can't abide for aye away must fleet To Judgement when the Great Judge shall appear This oft he thought upon This this should be Our standing thought when all thoughts else do flee Of Hell he 's not forgetful but with dread And trembling thinks speaks thereof doth give Warning to living ones they should not plead For Sin which brings a Hell without reprieve Excites to Pray'r Repentance and to stay By Faith on Christ for Life which lasts for ay But his most sweetest Contemplation Takes wing below and up to Heav'n doth soar There 's matter for deep Meditation Where Pleasures do abide for evermore Which neither Eye e're saw Earheard nor can Enter into the Heart of any man Let the Example of this Pilot young So skill'd in Spiritual Sailing thee inform To steer thy Course through Baca's Vale along To this fair Haven fear nor Winds nor Storm Till thou arrive with him in whom did dwell Some good thing toward the God of Israel J. T.