The works of George Swinnock, M.A

O help me to put on the whole armour of God, grant me such skill to use it, that I may be able to stand in the evil day; Teach thou my hands to war, and my fingers to fight, that through thee I may do valiantly, and through thee may tread down mine enemies; Grant me so to finish my course, to fight the good fight of faith, that at death I may receive the crown of righteousness, which the righteous judge shall give to all that love his appearing.

I Wish that my faith may ripen into full assurance,¹ that thereby I may depart with joy, and an abundant entrance may be ministered unto me, into the Kingdom of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Moses and Simeon could sing at their own funerals. The great Apostle could call to be put to Bed, expecting thereby his sweetest eternal rest. How many Martyrs have gone more joyfully to dye, then ever Epicure did to dine, and leaped when they drew near the Stake, believing that they drew near their home, their happiness, their heaven? What is it, O my soul, that makes thee start and flinch back at the sight of this bug-bear? What is there in death that is so dreadful to thee? Is it the sweetness of life, or the pain of death, or thy future estate after death? Consider them all seriously, and then judge rationally whether any of these should make the sigh, so loath to depart.

I Wish that my faith may ripen into full assurance,¹ that thereby I may depart with joy, and an abundant entrance may be ministred unto me, into the Kingdom of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Moses and Simeon could sing at their own funerals. The great Apostle could call to be put to Bed, expecting thereby his sweetest eternal rest. How many Martyrs have gone more joyfully to dye, then ever Epicure did to dine, and leaped when they drew near the Stake, believing that they drew near their home, their happiness, their heaven? What is it, O my soul, that makes thee start and flinch back at the sight of this bug-bear? What is there in death that is so dreadful to thee? Is it the sweetness of life, or the pain of death, or thy future estate after death? Consider them all seriously, and then judge rationally whether any of these should make the sigh, so loath to depart.