July 31. The third day

In Heaven are eternal joyes; and sure In that place there are Remedies to cure Our here Sin-sick'ned Souls: but Oh shall I Be made a Patient of this Remedy? Lord, I believe a Heaven there is; but this The Question is, Shall I enjoy that bliss?

In Hell are Torments, Torments without end; And them I must endure, if that no friend I have of Jesus. O my Soul, must I Go from PAIN here, to Pain eternally? I know there is a Hell: Lord, grant that I May go from Earth to Heaven when I dye.

My Soul tell me, Are there not many that Do wish for Heaven, and yet miss the Gate? How many do (with Balaam) wish that they May depart like a Saint at dying day? Lord, let me to be like them here desire, Upon this earth, as when they do expire.

How many are there that may take their Harps And hang upon the Willows; mournful hearts Would best become such as must go from hence, And then in Hell have lasting residence. O Lord, how little do I think on this, That I may be one that may miss of Bliss?

I am (I see) still Mercies Monument; For more, one day is still unto me lent.