July 26. The 5th day

How mutable is every thing that here Below we do enjoy? with how much fear And trouble are these gilded Vanities Attended, that so caprivate our eyes? Oh, who would trust this World, or prize what's in it. That gives, and takes, and changes in a minute?

Sure every soul in this world hath its day Of grace, and if he will improve it, may The time will come when it shall have an end. Ev'n when we must unto the grave descend. Lord, help me now to know the things that do Belong unto my peace, and them pursue.

We have no License from our God to waste One day, one hour, one moment, that do haste So swiftly from us in our sinful pleasures, But rather to lay up for lasting treasures. Lord, spare me yet a little, that I may Prepare for Death, and for the Judgement-day.

The damned now in Hell, that there do ly In endless flames, that howl, and weep, and cry For anguish great, this is their deepest Crime, Heart-vexing trouble, Oh Misplace of Time! Oh who would rush into there flames of Fire, That of mis-spending time they may enquire?

Lord, let thy Terrours every day cause me To prepare for my end, and ready be.