July 19. 1666. The 5th day

Great God, how shor's mans time! each minute speaks He is but dust, and that his Vessel leaks. Each moment of my momentany time, Does plainly tell me 'tis not mine but thine. He gives me time to live, and verily Ere long I shall have likewise time to dye.

After the time of Life is ended, then Oh there's Another Time for sons of men; A great ETERNITY will surely come, Of blessed Happiness, or cursed Doom. Lord, grant I may be one of those that may Enjoy the first with thee another day.

Down to the grave I must ere long descend, Leave all my friends behinde; thither I bend, And steer my wearied Course unto that Port, To which all sorts of Nations do resort. When I cast Anchor, grant, O Lord, that I May safely ride where Christ himself did lye.

This World a Sea of trouble is, and Man Is swimming through this vast wide Ocean. The billows beat, the waves are angry, and 'Tis seldome that he spies a helping hand To buoy his head up. O great God, let me Be kept from sinking into misery.

This day is past; but tell me, who can say That I shall surely live another day.