August 3. The 5th day

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.

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.

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, 'tis to be fear'd I never stood. As one that's interested in thy Blood.

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.