A92849:101
Christos kai kerdos. = Christ the life, and death the gain, of every true…
Christos kai kerdos. = Christ the life, and death the gain, of every true believer: or, The life of a saint resolved into Christ, and His death into gain. Held forth clearly in a sermon preached at the late sad and solemn funeral of the right worshipful Rowland Wilson, Esq; a Member of the Parliament of England, and of the honourable Council of State; and one of the aldermen and sheriffs of the city of London. By Obadiah Sedgwick, B.D. and minister of the Gospel at Covent-Garden. Together with an epistle dedicatory: wherein is an exact account given upon some years more then ordinary experience of the superlative worth of this eminent servant of Christ, and of the Common-wealth. By George Cokayn, an unworthy teacher of the Gospel at Pancras Supper lane, London.Christos kai kerdos. = Christ the life, and death the gain, of every true beleever: or, The life of a saint resolved into Christ, and His death into gain. Held forth clearly in a sermon preached at the late sad and solemn funeral of the right worshipful Rowland Wilson, Esq; a Member of the Parliament of England, and of the honorable Councel of State; and one of the aldermen and sheriffs of the city of London. By Obadiah Sedgvvick, B.D. and minister of the Gospel at Covent-Garden. Together with an epistle dedicatory: wherein is an exact account given upon some years more then ordinary experience of the superlative worth of this eminent servant of Christ, and of the Common-wealth. By George Cokayn, an unworthy teacher of the Gospel at Pancras Soper lane, London.
London: printed by J. Macock for Thomas Brewster and Gregory Moul, 1650
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PHILIPPIANS 1. 21. To Me to Live, is Christ; and to Dye, is Gain.
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.
O Blessed Christ! Be Thou my Master, make me thy Servant! Let me grieve that I have done so little for thee, let me pray that I may do more for thee. When Death comes, my work is at an end; I can then Never Speak more, Nor do more for Thee, who hast done so much for me. O that I could live many days in one day, and many lives in one life! The time is short, the Reward is infinite; let my remaining life be No longer mine, but thine; At least let this be found in me, That I would serve none but thy Self; and that though others may exceed me in Acting for thy Glory, yet None may exceed me in Sincerity of Endeavour to be Altogether Thine.
O Blessed Christ! Be Thou my Master, make me thy Servant! Let me grieve that I have done so little for thee, let me pray that I may do more for thee. When Death comes, my work is at an end; I can then Never Speak more, Nor do more for Thee, who hast done so much for me. O that I could live many days in one day, and many lives in one life! The time is short, the Reward is infinite; let my remaining life be No longer mine, but thine; At least let this be found in me, That I would serve none but thy Self; and that though others may exceed me in Acting for thy Glory, yet None may exceed me in Sincerity of Endevor to be Altogether Thine.
And thus have I said Something of the Best Life, and of the Best Death; To live is Christ, To dye is Gain. I will borrow a little more of your Patience to Speak a few words to the Present Occasion, concerning our Brother departed, who whiles he lived could say, To me to live, is Christ; and being Now dead, hath found the other truth of the Text, To me to dye, is Gain.
His manner of Life from his youth, most, or many of you here present, do Know; And therefore I shall say the less of him, of whom you Knew so well, and so much.