English poem
July 30. The second day
by Philip Pain
Gods mercy unto man is great, who gives Unto him life, 'tis enough that he lives; God might have justly took our lives from us Long afore this, Death following the Curse. Lord, grant the Curse may be remov'd from me, The grave then (Lord) will smell most fragrantlie
Long life a mercy is to good and bad, And makes the hearts of most men very glad, Yet the true Childe of God desires home, Unto his Fathers house for to be gone. Lord, when thou seest fit, work glace in me, That I may so in Heaven desire to be.
Adam was plac'd unto his hearts desire In Paradice, untill he did aspire To storm the Heavens; whence Death did assume His Title, King of Terrours, to consume Frail flesh, and in a moment make it fly From Earth to Heaven, from hence t'Eternity.
No sooner did we change our Mothers Womb For this frail World, but by and by a Tomb Prepared is, and Mourners they attend To lead us softly to our Journeys end. Lord, grant that when my change comes, I may be Then fit t'enjoy Communion with thee.
Death is a Lot is common unto all, And when w'are gone, Friends cannot us recall.