MEDITATION. XLVII.
If Christ be mine Death is also mine as well as Life. Death is terrible indeed to Nature, and causes the frame thereof to be dissolved; but my Lord has reconciled this last Enemy. 'Tis really mine to serve me, too much mine to do me any real harm. Christ by dying has taken out the sting of Death, so that I need not any longer be un∣der bondage through the Fear of Death. O Death! Thou hast left thy sting in the side of Christ, and there hast lost it. O Grave! My Lord has broke thy gates o∣pen, and because he is risen, I may joyful∣ly conclude my own Resurrection. My bo∣dy must lye in darkness for a while, but it shall not always be Death's Prisoner. This corruptible shall put on incorruption, this mor∣tal shall put on immortality, and as the Corn cast into the ground does rise with advan∣tage,