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A token for children. Being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary…
A token for children. Being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary lives and joyful deaths of several young children. / By James Janeway, Minister of the Gospel. : To which is added, A token, for the children of New England. Or, Some examples of children, in whom the fear of God was remarkably budding before they died; in several parts of New England. Preserved and published for the encouragement of piety in other children.
printed for Nicholas Boone, 1700
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.
38 That she might the better suppo•• her Friends, she still insisted upon th• which might take off some of their burden, by urging the necessity of Death ▪ ⟨p. 97⟩We are from the Earth, and to the Earth we must return: Dust is the Mother of us all, the Dust shall turn to Dust, from whence it is; and the Spirit to God which gave it.
38 That she might the better suppo•• her Friends, she still insisted upon th• which might take off some of their burthen, by urging the necessity of Deat• ▪ ⟨p. 97⟩We are from the Earth, and to the Earth we must return: Dust is the Mother of us all, the Dust shall turn to Dust, from whence it is; and the Spirit to God which gave it.
39 Then she discoursed of the shortness of Mans Life. O what is the life of man! The days of man upon the Earth are as the grass, and the flowers of the Field, so he flourisheth, the wind passeth over it, and it is no more, and his place knows him no more.
40 She further urged the sin and sorrow that did attend us in this life, and the longer we Live, the more we Sin; now the Lord will free me from that sin and sorrow. We know not the thoughts of God, yet do we know so much, that they are mercy and peace, and do give an expected end. But what shall I say, my life shall not continue long, I feel much weakness, O Lord, look upon me graciously, have pity upon my weak distressed heart. I am oppressed, undertake for me, that I may stand fast and overcome.