July 29. The first day

How eagerly doth vain man here pursue These Worldly things, when his dayes are so few? His time is short, it's short, yea short indeed, That flies so swiftly from him, with such speed. Lord, help me to consider that I must Not here live alwayes, but return to dust.

How precious! Oh how precious is our Time? Sure to mis-spend it is a sinful Crime. This Pearl being lest, is never to be found Again, though all the world our cries resound. O thou that art the God of Ages, give Me that grace, for to know what 'tis to live.

What are our dayes unto Eternity? Our present joyes, to future misery? What is there in this World that stable is? What's all that's here below, to lasting bliss? Jehovah help me here, that so I may Enjoy eternall bliss another day.

ETERNITY! O Soul-amazing thought, That never to my senses yet was brought Rightly to understand it: O the height, The breadth, the length, the depth of what I sleight! Help, Son of David, mercy on me have; This is a coming, I must to the grave.

I now repose my weary head upon My Pillow, but I shall be shortly gone.