Three prayers one for the morning, another for the eveningThree prayers one for the morning, another for the euening

A comfortable speech, taken from a godly Preacher, lying upon his death bed: written for the sick.

A comfortable speech, taken from a godly Preacher, lying vppon his death bed: written for the sicke.

I Owe to God a death, as his Son dyed for me. Ever since I was borne I have been sailing to this Haven, and gathering patience to comfort this hour: therefore shall I be one of those guests now, that would not come to the banquet when they were invited. What hurt is in going to Paradise? I shall-loose nothing but the sense of evil: and anon I shall have greater joys then I feel pains: for my head is in heaven already, to assure me that my soul and body shall follow after. O death where is thy sting? why should I fear that which I would not escape, because my chiefest happiness is behind, and I cannot have it, unless I go unto it? I would go through hell to heaven, and therefore if I march but through death, I suffer less then I would suffer for God. My pains do not dismay me, because I travel to bring forth eternal life, my sins do not fright me, because I have Christ my Redeemer; the Judge ⟨p. 22⟩doth not astonish me, because the Judges Son is mine advocate; the devil doth not amaze me, because the Angels pitch about me. The grave doth not grieve me, because it was my Lords bed: ô that Gods mercy to me, might move other to love him: for the less I can express it, the more it is. The Prophets and Apostles are my fore-runners; every man is gone before me, or else he will follow after me, if it please God to receive me into heaven before them which have served him better, I owe more thankfulness unto him. And because I have deferred my repentance till this hour, whereby my salvation is cut off if I should die suddenly, lo how my God in his merciful providence, to prevent my destruction, calleth me by a lingering sickness, which stayeth till I be ready, and prepareth me to my end, like a Preacher, and makes me by wholesome pains weary of this beloved world, least I should depart unwillingly, like them whose death is their damnation. So he loveth me while he beateth me, that his stripes are plasters to save me, therefore who shall love him if I despise him? This is my whole office now, to