Job xxx. 23. I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. Job xxxii. 8. There is a spirit in man.

Psal. xxxii. 1. Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.

Psal. xxxiv. 19. Many are the afflictions of the righteous but the Lord delivereth him out of them all.

Psal. xxxvii. 18. The Lord knoweth the days of the upright; and their inheritance shall be for ever. Psal. xxxvii. 37. Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace.

Psal. xli. 1. Blessed is he that considereth the poor. Psal. lviii. 11. Verily there is a reward for the righteous.

Psal. lxviii. 20. To the Lord belong the issues from death.

Psal. Ixxiii. 26. My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart and my portion for

ever.

Psal. xc. 10. The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Psal. xc. 12. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Psal. ciii. 15, 16. As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth: For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

Psal. cxxvi. 5. They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Psal. cxliv. 4. Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Prov. xi. 30. The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life.

Prov. xiv. 32. The righteous hath hope in his death.

Prov. xxvii. 1. Boast not thyself of to-mmorow; for thou knowest not what a day' may bring forth. Prov. xxxi. 30. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is

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XLIV.

Ah! what avail the falling tears,
Nothing but earth and dust lie here;
Lament for what thou'st done amiss,
For thou must shortly come to this.
XLV.

This world's a state of preparation,
Now, Reader, seek thy soul's salvation;
Secure thy pardon whilst thou'st breath,
There's no forgiveness after death.

XLVI.

Art thou in health and spirits gay,
I too was so the other day;
And thought myself of life as safe
As thou, who read'st my Epitaph.

XLVII.

Reader, let serious thoughts employ
Thy mind, before thou com'st to die;
And oft this maxim think upon,
A thoughtless soul's a graceless one.

XLVIII.

Trust not to parties, name, and sects,
While thou thy better part neglects;
These cannot change a sinful soul,
'Tis Christ alone can make thee whole.

XLIX.

Reader, be wise, prepare for death,

If thou would'st rise among the just; For thou must soon resign thy breath, And mingle with thy native dust.

Christ keeps the keys of heav'n and hell, Of death and of the grave;

Be sav'd by him, and all is well,

For none but he can save.

LI

He that would Heaven hereafter find,
Must here possess an heavenly mind,
Devoid of this, wert thou to be,

In heaven t'would be no heaven to thee.

LII.

Death parts the body, and the soul
No farther reaches his controul;
Death cannot part the soul from sin,
No, that's the work of God within.

LIII.

If these few lines may thee incline,
To love and serve the Power Divine,
'Tis well; if not, the fault's thine own,
Better thou ne'er hadst seen this stone.

LIV.

Let no tears of sorrow be,
Dear Relations, shed for me;
Tho' my earthly life is gone,
I have found an heavenly one.

LV.

Would'st thou meet Death without dismay,

Seek Christ to take his sting away;

When once the sting of sin is gone,

Death does no hurt to any one.

LVI.

Religion was his chiefest care,

And sin his greatest dread;

Reader, like him, for Death prepare,
A pious man is dead.

LVII.

Here lies within this hollow span,

The relics of an Honest Man;

While living lov'd by many, now he's dead, Upon his grave will many tears be shed,

XLIV.

Ah! what avail the falling tears,
Nothing but earth and dust lie here;
Lament for what thou'st done amiss,
For thou must shortly come to this.
XLV.

This world's a state of preparation,
Now, Reader, seek thy soul's salvation;
Secure thy pardon whilst thou'st breath,
There's no forgiveness after death.

XLVI.

Art thou in health and spirits gay,
I too was so the other day;
And thought myself of life as safe
As thou, who read'st my Epitaph.

XLVII.

Reader, let serious thoughts employ
Thy mind, before thou com'st to die;
And oft this maxim think upon,
A thoughtless soul's a graceless one.

XLVIII.

Trust not to parties, name, and sects,
While thou thy better part neglects;
These cannot change a sinful soul,
'Tis Christ alone can make thee whole.

XLIX.

Reader, be wise, prepare for death,

If thou would'st rise among the just; For thou must soon resign thy breath, And mingle with thy native dust.

L.

Christ keeps the keys of heav'n and hell, Of death and of the grave;

Be sav'd by him, and all is well,

For none but he can save.

LI.

He that would Heaven hereafter find,
Must here possess an heavenly mind,
Devoid of this, wert thou to be,

In heaven t'would be no heaven to thee.

LII.

Death parts the body, and the soul
No farther reaches his controul;
Death cannot part the soul from sin,
No, that's the work of God within.

LIII.

If these few lines may thee incline,
To love and serve the Power Divine,
'Tis well; if not, the fault's thine
own,
Better thou ne'er hadst seen this stone.

LIV.

Let no tears of sorrow be,
Dear Relations, shed for me;
Tho' my earthly life is gone,
I have found an heavenly one.

LV.

Would'st thou meet Death without dismay,

Seek Christ to take his sting away;

When once the sting of sin is gone,

Death does no hurt to any one.

LVI.

Religion was his chiefest care,

And sin his greatest dread; Reader, like him, for Death prepare, A pious man is dead.

LVII.

Here lies within this hollow span,

The relics of an Honest Man;

While living lov'd by many, now he's dead, Upon his grave will many tears be shed,