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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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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. 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we fly amain Lord let the thoughts of Death possess my heart That so Thee and my Soul may never part Meditat. 19. How bruitish Oh how sensless are all those Who to the World do so themselves dispose As if there were no God to serve no Death That 's coming to deprive them of their breath Lord help me so to live that I may bee Never forgetful of my Death or Thee Meditat. 20. How loth how backward are we all to leave This transitory World Let Death bereave Us of those Mundane things yet if we still Resolve to live and dye to Christ what ill Can happen to us Lord before I dye Let me a better Kingdome farre espy As the great God still addes unto my dayes It 's but new matter for me him to praise July 24. The third day Meditat. 21. How often have I view'd the graves and gone Unto that place and yet returned home Again unto my house The time will bee When I must go but no returning see Lord give me so much grace that I may be Ever-more mindful of Eternitie Meditat. 22. What mean those show'rs those drops that from on high Descend to call men to Eternity Both Young and Old no Sex is spar'd O why What is the cause of our Mortality Lo here it is A blessed God we have Offended therefore we must to the grave Meditat. 23. Death strikes the Young man and the Old man must Yield to Deaths stroke and return to the dust Nor Strength nor Beauty Riches Honours lent But for a while cannot our death prevent Oh how should we then use these things below That must be left when we from hence do go Meditat. 24. Man's life it is but lent him here and he Is but a debtor to Mortalitie Those fading Comforts that below we have Or do enjoy will leave us at the grave Lord grant that when my Comforts all are gone I may with Thee have sweet Communion This day is past God mercy shews to me Who am a Dust-heap of Mortalitie July 25. The 4th day Meditat. 25. Alas poor Death where does thy great strength lye 'T is true I 'me mortall yet I cannot dye I tell thee If I dye in Christ it is The way thou shew'st me to eternal bliss By death I live if that I live to Christ And then thou 'lt say the mark I have not mist Meditat. 26. Alas what 's Sorrow 't is our portion here The Christian's portion Trouble Grief and Fear He is The Man of Sorrows here below Of all the men on earth yet let us know Christ left his Grave-clothes that we might when grief Draws tears or blood not want an Handkerchief Meditat. 27. Is Death so formidable Can the chance Of one poor day change our fresh Countenance Is there so much in Death that we should be Like Children frighted at our destiny Of Heaven give me assurance Lord and I Shall ne're believe Death looks so dreadfully Meditat. 28. Could I in greatness farre surmount the skie Or yet in glory could the Sun out-vie Could I be more then any man that lives Great Fair Rich Wise all in Superlatives Yet if I were still mortal there would be A debt still to be paid to death by me Lord as thou givest me more hours to live So with it Oh do thou thy grace me give July 26. The 5th day Meditat. 29. How mutable is every thing that here Below we do enjoy with how much fear And trouble are those gilded Vanities Attended that so captivate our eyes Oh who would trust this World or prize what 's in it That gives and takes and changes in a minute Meditat. 30. Sure every soul in this world hath its day Of grace and if he will improve it may The time will come when it shall have an end Ev'n when we must unto the grave descend Lord help me now to know the things that do Belong unto my peace and them pursue Meditat. 31. We have no License from our God to waste One day one hour one moment that do haste So swiftly from us in our sinful pleasures But rather to lay up for lasting treasures Lord spare me yet a little that I may Prepare for Death and for the Judgement-day Meditat. 32. The damned now in Hell that there do ly In endless flames that howl and weep and cry For anguish great this is their deepest Crime Heart-vexing trouble Oh Mispence of Time Oh who would rush into those flames of Fire That of mis-spending time they may enquire Lord let thy Terrours every day cause me To prepare for my end and ready be July 27. the 6th day Meditat. 33. Our Saviour he ascended up on high And led death conqu'red in captivity The Grave is sweetned by him why should we Be loth to share in this his Victorie Lord as death thou hast overcome Oh so Conquer my sins ere I from hence do go Meditat. 34. By Faith the Christian acts whilst here beneath He lives till death his Faith and Life bereave But when this life is ended he enjoyes The things that he believ'd Eternal Joves Lord grant that I may here by Faith foresee A glorious Mansion prepar'd for me Meditat. 35. These Arms these Hands this Face they ere long must Decay consume and moulder into dust The time will be when time shall be no more Upon this earth as it hath heretofore Great God then grant that I may serious be In and about things of Eternitie Meditat. 36. I 've often heard that su●h a Friend is dead And that another layes his weary head Down in the grave yet this no news to me Whilst I live here in sin and vanitie Lord help me now to think the time will come For me as well as those that now are gone As strong as young as now I am yet must I be for certain buried in the dust July 28. The 7th day Meditat. 37. Our dayes our time appointed are by God And beyond that we may not have abode Here on this sinfull earth the day draws nigh When every one shall have a time to dye Lord as the time does from me pass away Grant me thy grace whilst in the world I stay Meditat. 38. Frail Mortals poste with speed after those things Which at the last nought else but sorrow brings Most think not of a great Eternity That 's drawing on apa●e Lord grant that I May whilst I 'me here pursue with might and main Those things that will bring everlasting gain Meditat. 39. All Creatures in their kinde sound forth the praise Of their blest Maker yea the glorious Rayes Of his great Majesty appeareth on The least of all the Works of Creation But Lord Man by his sin dishonours thee Who art the God of Immortalitie Meditat. 40. Whilst we are here below we act and move And this and that we seek for to improve The time will come when that our places shall Not know us we shall be no more at all Lord grant that