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An account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the…
An account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the gospel near Whitechurch in Shropshire, who died June 24, 1696, in the sixty fifth year of his ageAn account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the gospel near Whitechurch in Shropshire, who dy'd June 24, 1696, in the sixty fifth year of his age
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1698
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
It was two or three Hours after he was taken ill, before he would suffer a Messenger to be sent to Chester for his Son, and for the Doctor, saying, he should either be better or dead before they could come; but at last he said, as the Prophet did to his importunate Friends, Send. About eight a Clock that Evening they came, and found him in the same Extremity of Pain, which he had been in all day. And Nature being before spent with his constant and indefatigable Labours in the Work of the Lord now sunk, and did perfectly succumb under its Burden, and was quite disabled to grapple with so many Hours unceasing pain. What further means were then used proved fruitless, and did not answer the intention. He apprehended himself going a pace, and said to his Son when he came in, O Son you are welcome to a dying Father: I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my Depart. is at Hand. His pain continued very acute, but he had Peace within. I am tormented (said be once) but blessed ⟨p. 202⟩be God not in this Flame; and soon after I am all on Fire (when at the same time his extreme parts were cold) but he presently added, Blessed be God it is not the Fire of Hell. To some of his next Neighbours who came in to see him (for those at a distance had not notice of his illness) he said, O make sure work for your Souls, by getting an Interest in Christ while you are in Health, for if I had that work to do now, what would become of me? but I bless God I am satisfied. It was a Caution he was often wont to give; See to it, that your work be not undone, when your time is done, lest you be undone for ever.
It was two or three Hours after he was taken ill, before he would suffer a Messenger to be sent to Chester for his Son, and for the Doctor, saying, he should either be better or dead before they could come; but at last he said, as the Prophet did to his importunate Friends, Send. About eight a Clock that Evening they came, and found him in the same Extremity of Pain, which he had been in all day. And Nature being before spent with his constant and indesatigable Labours in the Work of the Lord now sunk, and did perfectly suceumb under its Burthen, and was q•ite disabled to grapple with so many Hours uncessant pain. What further means were then us'd proved fruitless, and did not answer the intention. He apprehended himself going a pace, and said to his Son when he came in, O Son you are welcome to a dying Father: I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my Departe. is at Hand. His pain continued very acute, but he had Peace within. I am tormented (said be once) but blessed