Psal. CXXXII.
COme let us praise the Goodnes of our God; who orders every thing to the best for his Servants:
Whose Providence governs us all our life; and takes so particular a care of our death:
He casts us down on our beds of sicknes; and draws the curtain 'twixt the world and us:
Shutting out all its vain designs; and contra∣cting our busines to a litle chamber:
There, in that quiet solitude, he speaks to our harts; and sets before us all our life:
There, he discovers the falacys of this world and invites us now at last, to prepare for the o∣ther:
Thither he sends his Messengers of Peace; to treat with our Souls, and reconcile them to heav'n:
Thither he sends even his only Son, * to se∣cure our passage, and conduct us to Himself:
O! how quite other wil our thoughts be then; * to what they were in our careles helth!
How shal we freely censure what we once e∣steem'd; and be easily convinct into wiser counsels!
When our unruly senses shal be checkt with