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A92883	A funeral gift: or, a preparation for death With comforts against the fears of approaching death: and consolations against immoderate grief, for the loss of friends. By the author of The devout companion.	Seller, Abednego, 1646?-1705.	1690 (1690)	Wing S2452A; ESTC R215121	60,167	186

Returns to thee be so great as my necessities of thy Mercies are O Let thy Grace so strengthen my purposes of amendment that I may sin no more lest thy threatning return upon me in Anger and thy sore Displeasure break me in pieces IV. What am I O Lord what is the Life and what are the Capacities of thy Servant that thou shouldst do thus unto me Praised be the Lord daily even the Lord that helpeth us and poureth his Benefits upon us He is our God even the God from whom cometh Salvation God is the Lord by whom we escape Death V. In the midst of the Sorrows which were in my Heart thy Comforts O Lord have refreshed my Soul It is thou O Lord who hast made my Flesh and my Bones to rejoyce Behold happy is the Man whom God Correcteth therefore despise not the chastising of the Almighty VI. For he maketh sore and bindeth up he woundeth and his hands make whole In the midst of Judgment he remembreth Mercy Lord thou hast lifted up the light of thy Countenance upon me Yea Lord thou hast put gladness into my Heart O be thou pleased graciously to add Thankfulness to it VII I will lay me down in Peace and take my Rest for it is thou Lord only which makest me dwell in safety O Lord I give thee humble and hearty thanks for thy great and almost miraculous bringing me back from the bottom of my Grave what thou hast further for me to do or suffer thou alone knowest VIII Lord give me Patience and Courage and all Christian resolution to do thee Service replenish me evermore with thy Grace to submit to thy Holy Will and let me not live longer than to Honour thee through Jesus Christ Lord I have been sick and feeble and thou hast recovered my strength I am very aged and greatly stricken in years yet thou art still pleased to add unto my days sanctifie therefore good Lord the remainder of my Life and sweeten unto me the approaches of my Death A Prayer of Thanksgiving MOst Gracious God whose mercy is as high as the Heavens and whose truth reaches unto the Clouds thy Mercies are as great and many as the moments of Eternity thou hast opened wide thy hand of Providence to fill me with Blessings and the sweet Effects of thy loving kindness fill my Soul with great apprehensions and impresses of thy unspeakable Mercies that my Thankfulness may be as great as my necessity of Mercies are II. O Lord thou hast heard my Prayers and hast broken in sunder the Bonds of Sickness and hast delivered my Soul from trouble and heaviness thou hast snatched me from the snares of Death and saved me from the Pains of Hell O let my Soul rest in thee and be satisfied in the Pleasures of thy mercy that when thou shalt call all the whole Universe to judgment from the rising of the Sun to the going down thereof I may in thy Heavenly Kingdom sing Praises to thee for evermore Amen Meditation XXIV Comfortable refreshments at the hour of Death to be used by those who are present GOd so loved the World that he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting Life John 3.16 If any Man sin we have an Advocate with the Father Jesus Christ the righteous and he is the Propitiation for our Sins and not for ours only but for the Sins of the whole World 1 John 2.1 2. II. Verily verily I say unto you he that heareth my Word and believeth in him that sent me hath everlasting Life and shall not come into Condemnation but is passed from Death unto Life John 5.24 All that the Father giveth me shall come unto me and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out John 6.37 III. Why art thou so full of heaviness O my Soul and why art thou so disquieted within me put thy trust in God for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his Countenance Psal 42.6 In my Fathers House are many Mansions John 14.2 What things were Gain to me those I counted loss for Christ Phil. 3.7 IV. For our Conversation is in Heaven from whence also we look for the Saviour the Lord Jesus Christ Who shall Change our vile Body that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious Body according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself Phil. 3.20 21. I press towards the Mark for the price of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus Phil. 3.14 V. Set your Affections on things above not on things of the Earth For ye are dead and your Life is hid with Christ When Christ who is our Life shall appear then shall ye also appear with him in Glory Colos 3.2.3 In whom we have Redemption through his Blood even the forgiveness of our Sins Col. 1.14 VI. If in this Life only we have hope in Christ we are of all Men most miserable 1 Cor. 15.19 For we know that if our earthly House of this Tabernacle were dissolved we have a building of God an House not made with hands eternal in the Heavens For in this we groan earnestly desiring to be cloathed upon with our House which is from Heaven 2 Cor. 5.1 2. For our light Affliction which is but for a moment worketh for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of Glory The things which are seen are temporal but the things which are not seen are eternal 1 Cor. 4.17 18. VII I am in a great Strait betwixt two having a desire to depart and to be with Christ which is far better For to me to live is Christ and to die is Gain Phil. 1.21 Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus Phil. 2.5 None of us liveth to himself and no Man dieth to himself For whether we live we live unto the Lord and whether we die we die unto the Lord Whether we live therefore or die we are the Lord's Rom. 14.7 8. VIII I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me write from henceforth Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord even so saith the Spirit for they rest from their Labours Rev. 14.13 I am the Resurrection and the Life saith the Lord He that believeth in me though he were dead yet shall he live and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die John 11. I know that my Redeemer liveth and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the Earth And though after my Skin worms destroy this Body yet in my Flesh shall I see God whom I shall see for my self and my Eyes shall behold and not another Job 19.25 26 27. IX We brought nothing into this World and it is certain we can carry nothing out The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away Blessed be the Name of the Lord 1 Tim. 6.7 Job 1.21 O Death where is thy Sting O Grave where is thy Victory The Sting of Death is Sin

Memory of that blessed reward thou hast promised to them that honour and truly fear thee Amen Meditation II. The remembrance of Death a powerful Remedy against Sin THe serious remembrance of Death shakes off all Sense of Vanity and turns Honey into Wormwood and the Expectation of it saith Chrysostom permits us not to be sensible of those Delights and Pleasures which we daily enjoy and indeed what is it not able to perform When duly considered it not only takes Possession of some parts but on the whole Fabrick of Man's Body II. Death spares no Age nor Sex nor bears any respect to degrees of Dignity The Young die as soon as the Old and the Infant may end its few days in the Cradle some may expire their last Breath by Poyson or a Fall others by a slow Rheum or a quick descent of Humours some may lie oppressed with the Waves of Affliction and others may be Thunder-struck from Heaven III. Among so many dubious various and sudden Accidents what Security or what Appetite can we find to sin amidst so many incertainties Therefore since we die daily let us think upon Times Hour-Glass where the Sand empties the upper Glass and fills the lower and consider it is so with Life every moment something slides away the present Life empties and flows into another Nothing here is certain to us not the hour of the Day nor a moment of Time IV. Happy are they who wisely use every day and hour as their last and employ every moment of time towards the securing their Eternity They will with readiness abstain from their wickednesses who believe every hour and moment decreed to be their last Could we bestow on the improvement of our Souls the time we so vainly trifle away our day would be short enough not to seem tedious and long enough to finish our appointed Task V. O vain and fruitless Hope how many dost thou deceive and flatter with thy deluding Promises of old Age and yet cuttest them off in the midst of their years That may happen to one which happens to many How many has Death prevented in the midst of their Excess of wickedness and cut off half the Crime How many fall with a mind full of revenge though with an innocent hand How many have been snatch'd away in the Attempt and have received the due reward of their Impieties many in the very moment of a wicked Action begun have been forc'd to leave their evil Designs unfinish'd VI. Now shouldst thou be in the number of those what hour Nay what moment is more certain to thee than to another who can expect a Crime from such a thought when with that Crime he expects Death and with Death just Punishment No prudent Man will sport in the midst of a Storm or at the brink of a Precipice contrive mischief No man is facetious being unarmed in the midst of his armed Enemies Then how much more supine and careless is he who in the perpetual fear of Death when every hour is dubious every moment uncertain dares presume on those things which procure an unhappy Death to Eternity VII O foolish and unwise Whither do we run on in a full Career and hasten so much to be punish'd for ever Why do we not betimes follow that prudent Council of the Son of Syrach who like a wise School-Master delivers to us this Epithete In all thy works saith he remember thy latter end and thou shalt not sin Prayers against sudden Death ALmighty and everlasting God who at first breathest into Man the Breath of Life whereby he became a living Soul But when thou takest away that Breath he dies and is turn'd again to his Dust from whence he was taken Look upon me I beseech thee in Mercy through the Merits of thy alone Son in whom thou art well pleased and not on my Sins who have in a high manner provoked thy Justice By his agony and bloody Sweat by his bitter Death the Price of my Redemption deliver me from sudden and unprovided Death II. O Blessed Jesu by all thy Labours and Pains by thy precious Blood and sacred Wounds by thy last Exclamations and bitter Crys upon the Cross My God my God why hast thou forsaken me Father into thy hands I commend my Spirit Most earnestly I beseech thee not to hasten my Departure out of this World in thy heavy Displeasure but in thy tender Pity and Compassion remember that I am Dust and Ashes thou hast made me and formed me throughout O do not suddenly cast me Headlong from thee into the Lake that burns with Fire and Brimestone from whence there is no Redemption But Grant me I beseech thee a hearty and sincere Repentance a true sorrow for sin a broken and contrite Heart which thou O God wilt not despise That so living here in thy fear I may at the last die in thy Favour and Praise and Bless thee to all Eternity Meditation III. What Life is LIfe is as a Flower of the Field which in the Morning is green but in the Evening it is dryed up and withered it is as smoke which ascends up and vanisheth to nothing it is a bubble Dust Froth a drop of Dew it is Ice a Rain-bow a wasted Torch a Spring-day a most inconstant April a Spiders-web a slender Stalk a small Cloud a Bladder full of Wind. II. Life is like brittle Glass a tender Leaf a fine Silk Thread a Golden Apple fair to the Eyes but infirm within Many such things may the Life of Man be compared to whose Body is subject to many Diseases and Pains while it lives here and at last to Death it self and then it is so far from being prized and valued that it is not to be endured above Ground but laid to rot in the Earth and become a Feast for Worms III. Poor miserable Mortals what Riches do we seem to heap up what Honours do we invest our selves withal and what Pleasures do we pretend to enjoy Yet all these are but a Dream short and vain They have slept out their sleep and all the Men whose hands were mighty have found nothing says the Psalmist Psal 76.5 O Man thou dreamest thou wert Happy and Blessed But of all those things which you enjoy'd and hoped for what do you retain These were the Dreams of those that wak'd and the meer Toys of Dreamers IV. Life therefore what is it Seek but to know and you soon will find that the time of humane Life is a Point Nature Inconstancy Sense Obscurity And the whole Body a Composure easily corrupted The mind roving and unstable Honours Smoke Riches Thorns and Briars Pleasures Poison and all things appertaining to the Body are like a River which yields both Salt water and Fresh Every thing accommodating the mind is a Dream Life is indeed a Warfare as St. James tells us and the Habitation of a Stranger in a foreign Land The Store-house of innumerable Miseries and Fame after Death is buried

trembling Heart shall I poor Sinner stand expecting the supream Judge when I shall be banished from that blessed Countrey of Paradise to be devoured in the gaping bottomless Pit where I must never have the Prospect of a Glimpse of light nor feel the least drop of Refreshment but be tormented for Millions of years and so tormented as never to be from thence deliver'd where neither the Tormentors become wearied nor they die who are tormented The Prayer O My dear Lord look upon the price of thine own Blood Thou hast bought me with a great Price O deliver thy Darling from the Power of the Dogs remember me in Mercy whom thou hast bought O let me not go down into the Pit neither let the Deep swallow me up II. For who shall Praise thy Name in the Deep or declare thy Power in the Grave of Silence O thou who art a God of infinite Majesty though the Terrors of Death and Torments of Hell encompass me yet art thou my Saviour my Succour and wilt deliver me and my Soul shall live to Praise thee evermore Meditation XV. Upon Heaven O How should I look up to thee that have so provok'd thee O thou Mansion of the Saints thou Portion of the Just thou City of the great King thou Heavenly and most happy Kingdom where thy blessed Inhabitants are ever living and never dying where thy glorious State is ever flourishing and never declining II. I must Confess to my great Grief and Shame that I have no Interest in thee I have unhappily lost thee in losing my Soul by selling it to Vanity I sometimes resolv'd to Play the part of a wise Merchant and to sell all I had for the purchace of one Pearl But I held the Purchace at too dear a Rate and therefore I have deservingly lost the Jewel III. Foolish Sinner couldst thou find any thing of greater weight to entertain thy best thoughts or bestow thy Care than the Salvation of thy Soul Didst thou think it so easie a Task to get Heaven by an earthly Purchace yet hadst thou but taken half so much Pains to deserve Heaven as thou hast done to win Hell Thou mightest have challenged more Interest to Heaven than now thou canst IV. Many Summer Days and long Winter Nights have thy Follies taken thee up And these seem'd short unto thee because thou tookest delight in those short Pleasures of Vanity but to bestow one short hour upon Devotion how many Distractions did that meet withal and how long and tedious seem'd that hour because the Task was wearisome and thy wandring mind was not inclin'd to so serious a work V. And canst thou now think that so Rich a Kingdom would reserve it self for thee when thou wouldst neither knock to be admitted entrance nor seek after so great a Happiness Health thou art well inform'd comes not from the Clouds without seeking nor Wealth from the Ground without digging and yet Heaven thou thinkest is got by sloth but great Prizes are not so purchased VI. For as the Gate of the Blessed is strait and few there be that enter so are our Tribulations many that we may be of that few which may gain Admittance But I hear thee now cry out as one that had some Sense of his Misery and of the loss he has incurred by Sins committed Thou dost now bewail thy past Follies and correct thy self for so great a neglect thou knowest not how to allay thy Passion till Reason inclines thee to this Meditation VII Miserable Sinner I cannot behold this Earth I tread on without blushing nor can I think upon Death without sorrowing the Day of Judgment without trembling Hell without shaking nor of the Joys of Heaven without Astonishment For Earth I loved it so well as the remembrance of Death became sorrowful For by it I understood I was to be brought to Judgment and from thence having no defensive Answer to be hurried down to the place of torment and consequently to forfeit all my Title and interest in Heaven VIII These Meditations ought to make a deep impression upon our Minds for to acknowledge our Infirmities may make us the speedier look for a Remedy and by degrees find a happy Recovery joyn then all thy Faculties and offer up thy Prayer to the Throne of Grace that God in his Mercy would look upon thee The Prayer GRacious God though I am altogether unworthy to lift up my Eyes unto Heaven or to offer up my Prayers unto thee much less to be heard by thee yet for his Merits and Mercies sake who sitteth at thy right hand and maketh intercession for me reserve a place in thy Heavenly Kingdom for me II. Dear Lord in thy House are many Mansions O bring me thither that I may joyn my voice with those voices of the Angels and sing Praises to thy Holy Name who sittest in the highest Heavens for ever World without end Amen Meditation XVI The remembrance of the four last things reduced to Practice I Find my Soul like a dry ground where no water is and wheresoever I turn my self I find Affliction and Misery on all sides surrounding me What shall I do or where shall I fly When I repose my self from the World in some with-drawing Room intending to forget this lower Orb and prepare my self for the Joys of a better Life while I begin to commune with my own thoughts in the secret Chamber of my Heart I become so affrighted with the Representment of those four last Remembrances as I wholly forget what I intended to speak II. My Tongue begins to cleave to the Roof of my Mouth my Moisture is dryed within me those Active Faculties of my Soul leave me And my understanding departs from me O Death how bitter is the Remembrance of thee with Terror thou summonest me and like a surly Guest thou rushest upon me and resolvest to lodge with me then immediately I feel my self wounded and so mortally as not to be cured III. O how my Divine Eye-sight grows dim my panting Breast beats my hoarse Throat ratleth my Teeth grow black and rusty my Countenance grows pale all my Members stiff every Sense and Faculty fails and my wasted Body threatens a speedy Dissolution yet desires my poor Soul to be a Guest though there is cold Comfort to be found in such a forlorn Inn. IV. But what are all these Terrors of Death to the dreadful Day of Judgment when at the voice of the Arch-Angel and sound of the Trumpet all the little heaps of Dust shall rise where none shall be exempted but all judged How terrible in Majesty will that great Judge appear to such as in this Life would neither be allured by his Promises nor awakened by his Judgments V. How doleful will that Echoing voice sound in their Ear Depart from me I know you not And how ready will that officious Jaylor be upon the delivery of this heavy Sentence to cast them into utter darkness a place of endless Torments where