A62040:983
The works of George Swinnock, M.A
The works of George Swinnock, M.A. containing these several treatises ...
London: printed by J.B. for Tho. Parkhurst, 1665
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
The Spirit being now gone, the Body remains a cold lump of Clay, forsaken of its dearest friends, loathsome to its nearest relations, sit for no company but the worm-eaten congregation, amongst which it must abide till the last day, when it shall be joined to the soul, and partake with it in unconceivable and endless torments.
The Spirit being now gone, the Body remains a cold lump of Clay, forsaken of its dearest friends, loathsom to its nearest relations, sit for no company but the wormeaten congregation, amongst which it must abide till the last day, when it shall be joyned to the soul, and partake with it in unconceiveable and endless torments.
Ah who can read such a souls estate with dry eyes! or think of such a condition without sorrow, ⟨p. 670⟩O my soul, what are thy thoughts of such a death! Wouldst thou for the most prosperous Worldlings life, dye such a death? Doth not thine heart ache whilst thou art musing on it? If thou wouldst not meet with the end of such men, avoid their ways; Lord, I confess my self a great sinner, and thou mightest justly leave me to walk in the counsel of the ungodly, and to go in the paths of the destroyer, that my feet should tend to death, and my steps take hold of hell, yet for thy sons sake, teach me thy way, and lead me in thy righteousness, that my soul may never be gathered with sinners, nor my life with bloody men, that I may die the death of the righteous, and my latter end may be like his.
Ah who can read such a souls estate with dry eyes! or think of such a condition without sorrow, ⟨p. 670⟩O my soul, what are thy thoughts of such a death! Wouldst thou for the most prosperous Worldlings life, dye such a death? Doth not thine heart ake whilst thou art musing on it? If thou wouldst not meet with the end of such men, avoid their ways; Lord, I confess my self a great sinner, and thou mightest justly leave me to walk in the counsel of the ungodly, and to go in the paths of the destroyer, that my feet should tend to death, and my steps take hold of hell, yet for thy sons sake, teach me thy way, and lead me in thy righteousness, that my soul may never be gathered with sinners, nor my life with bloody men, that I may die the death of the righteous, and my latter end may be like his.