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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A90629	[Daily meditations]	Pain, Philip, d. 1668?; M. J.	1682 (1682)	Wing P191A; ESTC W19199	4,388	11

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.