Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long…

Seeing Time is posting away, and Eternity approaching, and none knows how soon Death may arrest them, it is highly necessary to be often considering what will do us most good, and stand us most in stead at a dying Hour, when this World and all its Enjoyments will (as Job saith of the White of an Egg) have no Relish nor […] in them. When we come to the Brink of Eternity, all our earthly Comforts will vanish and disappear, our Friends and nearest and dearest Relations will bid as adieu, they cannot help us, nor hinder Death one Moment: Our Riches, though we had gained never so much, cannot ease one Pain, nor find one Remedy for our mortal Disease; the Serjeant Death will not be bribed to stay till another Year, or Day, or Hour; no, they must be gone, nill they will they, they must into the other World. Let me, O Lord, be in a Posture of Readiness, that when thou shalt summons me to appear before thy dreadful Throne, I may not be found naked, but may be found in Christ, and not in my Sins. Let me by every Sabbath, Sermon, Prayer, and Sacrament, be brought nearer to thy self, whose I am, and whom I hope ⟨p. 87⟩to serve here, and enjoy hereafter in thy Heavenly Kingdom, where are an innumerable Company of Angels, and the general Assembly and Church of the First-born, which are written in Heaven; where is God the Judg of all, and the Spirits of just Men made perfect, and Jesus the Mediator of the New Covenant, and the Blood of Sprinkling that speaketh better things than that of Abel. Who can think of these glorious Inhabitants, and not long to be with them? O happy and blessed Souls are they that are safe got home, and are now with God and his Angels; and this Assembly and Church of the First-born, whose Names were written in Heaven. Who would not desire to be with the Spirits of the just Men, who are made perfect? O the Goodness of God to make Men perfect, and then receive them to himself, because they are so! O what Thanks should be ascribed to our dear Lord Jesus, the Mediator of the New Covenant, for purchasing at so dear a rate such inestimable Privileges and Blessings for such vile Worms as Men! This Blood of Sprinkling cries louder for Mercy than the Blood of Abel did for Vengeance. These holy Ones have washed their Robes, and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb.

Seeing Time is posting away, and Eternity appoaching, and none knows how soon Death may arrest them, it is highly necessary to be often considering what will do us most good, and stand us most in stead at a dying Hour, when this World and all its Injoyments will (as Iob saith of the White of an Egg) have no Relish nor in them. When we come to the Brink of Eternity, all our earthly Comforts will vanish and disappear, our Friends and nearest and dearest Relations will bid as adieu, they cannot help us, nor hinder Death one Moment: Our Riches, though we had gained never so much, cannot ease one Pain, nor find one Remedy for our mortal Disease; the Serjeant Death will not be bribed to stay till another Year, or Day, or Hour; no, they must be gone, nill they will they, they must into the other World. Let me, O Lord, be in a Posture of Readiness, that when thou shalt summons me to appear before thy dreadful Throne, I may not be found naked, but may be found in Christ, and not in my Sins. Let me by every Sabbath, Sermon, Prayer, and Sacrament, be brought nearer to thy self, whose I am, and whom I hope