Mount Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter…Movnt Pisgah, or, A prospect of heaven being an exposition on the fourth chapter…

The death of some persons is exceeding dreadful, not only to themselves, but to standers by; this is the (supposed) reason of that lamentable ingemination of David, Oh my Son Absalom, my Son, my Son Absalom, q. d. Absalom dyed in his rebellion, I fear he is fallen into a worse hand than Joabs: Oh that my death might have prevented so dreadful a miscarriage; Oh Absalom! would God I had dyed for thee!

But alas, my brethren, it is not freedom from such parricidious villainies, no, nor all the moral innocence in the world, nor civil righteousness in the [Greek or Hebrew], the altitude of it, that can fill a dying Saint with joy, or the surviving godly Mourners with comfort: whatever blaze unregenerate persons make in the world, they go out like a stinking snuff, but a Saint leaves a perfume behind him, he embalms his own death, he leaves every one of his weeping friends a Legacy of hope concerning his eternal state; he sets up a lustre in the House of mourning, brighter than those were with which Great mens Hearses are watched, and in an instant turneth it into a House of rejoicing; he is entered into glory, and hath left behind him the prints of his feet to guide us thither, and being dead yet speaks to us, as Christ to Mary Magdalene, Why weepest thou? The wicked is driven away in ⟨p. 161⟩his wickedness, but the righteous hath hope in his death, Prov. 14.32: Study therefore, I say, an interest in Christ, that while you are ravished with the joys of Heaven, you may leave comfort on Earth for your godly Relations.

But alas, my brethren, it is not freedom from such parricidious villanies, no, nor all the moral innocence in the world, nor civil righteousness in the 〈non-Latin alphabet〉, the altitude of it, that can fill a dying Saint with joy, or the surviving godly Mourners with comfort: whatever blaze unregenerate persons make in the world, they go out like a stinking snuffe, but a Saint leaves a persume behind him, he embalms his own death, he leaves every one of his weeping friends a Legacy of hope concerning his eternal state; he sets up a lustre in the House of mourning, brighter than those were with which Great mens Hearses are watched, and in an instant turneth it into a House of rejoycing; he is entered into glory, and hath left behind him the prints of his feet to guide us thither, and being dead yet speaks to us, as Christ to Mary Magdalene, Why weepest thou? The wicked is driven away in