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the fear of death. O for more patience and left fretting If the damned had hope of being ſaved from hell after a 1000 years of my pain how willingly would they endure it. Bleſſed be God, my pains are not hell, there ſtate is not mine.
Lord, draw near to me and ſave me; my body is full of troube, and my life draws next to the grave. But, Lord thy loving-kindneſs is better than life, O make thy loving-kindneſs ſure to me, and I will willingly part with this dying life.
Oh, that I could make all the world ſee the beauty of my precious and adorable Saviour.
Nothing but an intreſt in Chriſt can give peace in life, or comfort in death. He is the chief among ten thouſand, and altogether lovely. My body is in part dead, but I know I cannot die eternally while Jeſus lives. I muſt go down to the grave; but what ⟨is⟩ the grave? It is but a refining pote ſince my Saviour lay in it, it is but a bed of roſes. He is the roſe of Sharon, and the lily of the valley."
It was his free grace that drew me, and made me willing in the day of his power; no deſire, no merit in me, it was all free and undeſerved.
O let the chaſtiſement of my body be the medicine of my ſoul, to cure me of ſin, and bring me to ſincere repentance for it: for Chriſt was wounded for our tranſgreſſions, he was bruiſed for our iniquitieſ; the chaſtiſement of our peace was laid upon him.
Lord, remember the chaſtiſement of Chriſt for ⟨ſin⟩ and let my pains be the chaſtiſement of a father, and not the wounds of an enemy. Let Chriſt's ſufferings mitigate mine
I rejoice in the proſpect of that glorious inheritance reſerved ſafe. I could not comfortably enter eternity any other way but in and through this God-man mediator; if he was not God as well as man, ⟨I⟩ could not be ſupported, but he is God.
Oh, this precious Saviour, he is my all in all, he ⟨is⟩ my all ſufficient good, my portion and my choice,
