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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.
Towards ten or eleven a Clock that Night, his Pulse and Sight began to fail; of the latter he himself took notice, and inferred from it the near approach of his Dissolution. He took an affectionate farewell of his Dear Yoke-fellow, with a thousand thanks for all her Love and Care, and Tenderness, left a Blessing for all his dear Children, and their dear Yo•e-fellows and little ones, that were absent. He said to his Son who sat under his head; Son, the Lord bless you, and grant that you may do worthily in your Generation, and be more serviceable to the Church of God than I have been, such was his great Humility to the last. And when his Son replied, O Sir, pray for me that I may but tread in your steps; he answered, yea follow Peace and Holiness, and let them say what they will—More he would have said to bear his Dying Testimony to the way in which he had walked, but Nature was spent, and he had not strength to express it.
Towards ten or eleven a Clock that Night, his Pulse and Sight began to fail; of the latter he himself took notice, and inferred from it the near approach of his Dissolution. He took an affectionate farewel of his Dear Yoke-fellow, with a thousand thanks for all her Love and Care, and Tenderness, left a Blessing for all his dear Children, and their dear Yo•e-fellows and little ones, that were absent. He said to his Son who sat under his head; Son, the Lord bless you, and grant that you may do worthily in your Generation, and be more serviceable to the Church of God than I have been, such was his great Humility to the last. And when his Son reply'd, O Sir, pray for me that I may but tread in your steps; he answered, yea follow Peace and Holiness, and let them say what they will—More he would have said to bear his Dying Testimony to the way in which he had walked, but Nature was spent, and he had not strength to express it.
His Understanding and Speech continued almost to the last Breath, and he was still in his dying Agonies calling upon God, and committing himself to him. One of the last words he said, when he found himself ⟨p. 203⟩