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[Daily meditations]
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Pain, Philip, d. 1668?; M. J.
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I move here so my time moves also Meditation 55. Whilst we live here we have the 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 Meditation 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 seise 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 Meditation 57. How tremblingly do creatures here appear Before an earthly Judge what dreadful fear Does seiz upon them at the Bar of him Who likewise must arraigned be for sin Lord grant me here thy grace and so may I With joy at last behold thy Majesty Meditation 58. The day of death 's a coming after that A day of Judgment will discriminate And put a difference '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 Meditation 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 〈◊〉 into dust most surely turned be 〈◊〉 how should I prepare for this since 't is 〈◊〉 sure and certain which I cannot miss Meditation 60. 〈◊〉 is a surly Sergeant no respect 〈…〉 to persons does their tears reject 〈◊〉 will blind his eyes away we must 〈…〉 call and return to the dust 〈◊〉 grant that I may death behold with joy 〈…〉 o my soul let it bring no annoy 〈◊〉 minute gives my time a shorter time 〈…〉 prepare for Death is a sad crime August 3. The 6th day Meditation 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 Meditation 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 Meditation 63. Lord what 's the reason I 'm 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 Meditation 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 Against this body of Corruption Lord they know not when they from henc◠〈◊〉 On them a glorious Kingdom thou 'lt bestow Lord if my Soul this night away thou take Let me by morning then in Heav'n awake FINIS A POSTCRIPT TO THE READER T Is not to shew the Author's Wit but Grace That these few 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 prizing 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 Faithful it perfum'd yet there They can't abide for aye away must fleet To Judgment when the Great Judge shall appear This of he thought upon This this should be Our standing thought when all things 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 Prayer Repentance and to stay By Faith on Christ for Life which last for ay But his most sweetest Contemplation Takes wing below and up to Heaven doth soare There 's matter for deep Meditation Where Pleasures do abide for evermore Which neither Eye e're saw Ear heard nor can Enter into the Heart of any man Let the Example of this Pilot young So skill'd in Spiritual Salling thee inform To steer thy Course through Baca's Vale along To this fair Haven fear nor Wind nor Storm Till thou arrive with him in whom did dwell Some good thing toward the God of Israel M. J.
July 23. The second day Meditation 17. Whilst in this world I stay some hopes have I That I shall reign in Heaven eternallie 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 Meditation 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 we fly amain Lord let the thoughts of death possess my heart That so Thee and my Soul may never part Meditation 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 Meditation 20 How loth how backward are we all to leave This transitory world Let Death bereave 〈◊〉 of those Mundane things yet if we still â—â—solve to live and die to Christ what ill Can happen to us Lord before I die Let me a better Kingdom 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 Meditation 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 Meditation 22. What mean those show'rs those drops that from on higâ— Descend to call men to Eternity Both Young and Old no Sex is spar'd Oh why What is the cause of our Mortality Lo here it is a blessed God we have Offended therefore we must to the grave Meditation 23. Death strikes the Young man and the Old man must Yield to Death's 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 Meditation 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 as 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 Meditation 25. Alas poor Death where does thy great strength lye 'T is true I 'm Mortal 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 Meditation 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 Meditation 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 destinie Of Heaven give me assurance Lord and I Shall ne're believe Death looks so dreadfully Meditation 28. Could I in greatness farre surmount the skie Or yet in glory could the Sun out-vie Could I be more than 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 26th The 5th day Meditation 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 Meditation 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 then pursue Meditation 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 Judgment-day Meditation 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 mispending time they may enquire Lord let thy Terrours every day cause me To prepare for my end and ready be July 31. The third day Meditation 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 Meditation 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 die Meditation 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 Meditation 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 Meditation 53. How often should we think of this that we Must ere long yield to Death's supremacie The time ere long will come when we shall be No more and shortly we no time shall see O that I might be then prepar'd for this So great a Change and be receiv'd to bliss Meditation 54 The sons of men are prone to forget Death And put it farre away from them till breath Begins to tell them they must to the grave And then Oh what would they give but to have One year of respite Help me Lord to know As