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water_n	life_n	soul_n	spirit_n	4,592	5	5.4327	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

my Sin III. O Lord be merciful unto me heal my Soul for I have sinned against thee Call to remembrance O Lord thy tender mercy and thy loving kindness which hath been ever of Old O remember not the Sins of my Youth nor the Offences of riper years but according to thy mercy think thou upon me IV. Cast me not away in the time of Age forsake me not now that my strength faileth me Go not far from me O God my God haste thee to help me Thou O God hast taught me from my youth up until now Forsake me not therefore in my old Age when I am Gray-headed V. The days of our Age are Threescore years and ten and though some be so strong that they come to Fourscore which is a mercy wherewith thou hast Crowned me thy unworthy Servant yet is their strength then but Labour and Sorrow so soon passeth it away and we are gone But Lord suffer me not to go hence in thy Displeasure O suffer not my Sun to go down in thy wrath nor my days to be shut up in the darkness of thine Anger VI. But as thou art pleased to bring me to my Grave in a full Age like as a shock of Corn cometh in his Season so let me be gathered at last like Wheat into thy Heavenly Granary And let mine Age be renewed as the Eagles in thy Kingdom of Glory Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be World without end Amen VII Thou in whose hands are the Keys of the Grave and the issues of Life and Death Thou in whose Power alone it is to kill and to make alive and to bring down to the Grave and to raise up again Thou who hadst Compassion upon Peter's Wives Mother by recovering her out of a Fever Lord if thou wilt thou canst make me whole VIII Thou who didst shew thy mercy to those Daughters of Abraham the Woman that for twelve years together was diseased with an Issue of Blood and another who by the space of eighteen years was so bowed together that she could in no wise lift up her self thou didst loose both these and many more from their long infirmities Lord if thou wilt thou canst make me whole IX Thou who didst restore to Life the young Maiden that was dead Lord if thou wilt thou canst restore me to my Health who am an aged Sinner and a sick feeble Creature Thou canst mitigate my Pains and renew my Strength and lengthen my days For thou makest our Beds in our Sickness and art the Lord of Life and Health and Strength even thou art the Almighty God and the Horn of my Salvation O thou ancient of days X. But Lord as for these outward Blessings I wholly submit my self and them unto thy good Pleasure If it be thy Blessed Will to have the days of my Pilgrimage prolonged upon Earth make me to live always to thy Glory and to my own Souls Comfort as thou dost add days to my years so do thou likewise add Repentance to my days XI But if thou thinkest it more expedient for me that I should die than live then welcome my Death and Dissolution without which there is no entring into Life eternal nor hopes of being with Christ Welcome Jesus who by thy Death hast taken away the Sting of Death Welcome that Cup whereof thou my dear Saviour hast drank before me and which even to the very Dregs thou hast drank off for me XII And therefore I will readily take this Cup of Death which thou hast begun unto me and Praise the Name of the Lord. I will Praise thy Name O sweet Saviour who givest me this Cup of Death the Cup of Salvation I will Praise thy Name who hast born all our Sicknesses for us and all our infirmities XIII I will Praise thy Name who art the Physician of Souls and callest all such unto thee as are weary and heavy Laden that thou mayst refresh them Amongst which great number behold me O Lord thy poor and aged thy weak and sick Servant weary in my Bones and laden with my Sins But Lord I come unto thee in obedience to thy Call and of those that come near unto thee thou castest none out Lord I come unto thee for ease and refreshment XIV O my beloved Saviour Jesus in the midst of the weariness of my Body in the midst of the load and burthen of my Sins in the midst of the Sorrows which are in my Heart O let thy Comforts and Consolations refresh my Soul XV. And when the snares of Death compass me round about let not the Pains of Hell take hold upon me But by all the Merits of thy Nativity Death Resurrection and Ascension I beseech thee to seal unto me in thine own precious Blood and by thy most Holy Spirit the full-Pardon of all my Sins and to admit me who am thy own Purchace to a Participation of thy Glory A Prayer for a Happy End in time of Sickness O Most glorious Jesus Lamb of God Fountain of eternal mercy Life of the Soul and Conqueror over Sin and Death I humbly beseech thee of thy Goodness and Compassion to give me Grace so to employ this transitory Life in vertuous and pious Exercises that when the Day of my Death shall come in the midst of all my Pains of Body I may feel the sweet refreshings of thy Holy Spirit Comforting my Soul and relieving all my spiritual necessities II. Lay no more upon me than thou shalt enable me to bear and let thy gentle Correction in this Life prevent the insupportable Stripes in the World to come give me Patience and Humility and the Grace of Repentance and an absolute renouncing of my self and a Resignation to thy Pleasure and Providence with a Power to perform thy Will in all things and then do what thou pleasest to me only in Health or Sickness in Life or Death let me feel thy Comforts refreshing my Soul and let thy Grace pardon all my Sins Amen Meditation XXIII Thanksgiving for Ease in Sickness or Recovery out of it BLessed by thy Name O Lord for blessing the means which are applyed unto me It is thy hand and the help of thy mercy that thou hast relieved me The Waters of affliction had long since drowned me and the Stream of Death had gone over my Soul if the Spirit of the Lord had not moved upon these Waters and led me forth besides the waters of Comfort II. O spread most gracious God according to thy mercy thy hand upon me for a Covering and also enlarge my Heart with Thanksgivings and fill my Mouth with thy Praise Praise the Lord O my Soul and all that is within me Praise his Holy Name who hath saved thy Life from Destruction and Crowned thee with mercy and loving kindness III. Grant Lord that what thou hast sown in Mercy may spring up in Duty Let my Duty and

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