A39675:1067
Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man
Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applied, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applyed, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...
London: printed for Francis Tyton, 1685
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.
Which may be thus translated.
Cold death my heart invades, my life doth fly. O Christ, my everlasting life draw nigh. Why quiverest thou my soul within my Breast? Thine Angel's come to lead thee to thy rest. Quit cheerfully this drooping house of clay, God will restore it in the appointed day. Hast sinned? I know it, let not that be urged; For Christ thy sins with his own blood hath purged. Is death affrighting? True, but yet withal, Consider Christ through death, to life doth call. He triumphs over Satan, sin, and Death; Therefore with joy resign thy dying breath.
Cold death my heart invades, my life doth flie. O Christ, my everlasting life draw nigh. Why quiver'st thou my soul within my Breast? Thine Angel's come to lead thee to thy rest. Quit chearfully this drooping house of clay, God will restore it in the appointed day. Has't sinn'd? I know it, let not that be urg'd; For Christ thy sins with his own blood hath purg'd. Is death affrighting? True, but yet withal, Consider Christ through death, to life doth call. He triumphs over Satan, sin, and Death; Therefore with joy resign thy dying breath.
Much in the same cheerful frame was the heart of dying Bullinger, when his mournful friends expressed their sense of the loss they should sustain by his re••val.1 Why, said he, If God will make any farther use of my labours in the Ministry, he will renew my strength, and I will gladly serve him: But if he please (as I desire he would) to call me hence, I am ready to obey his Will: and nothing more pleasant can befall me, than to leave this sinful and miserable World, to go to my Saviour Christ. O that all who are out of the danger of death, were thus got out of the dread of death too.