Meditation 1

Great God, how short's mans time; each minute speaks
He is but dust, and that his Vessel leaks.
Each moment of my momenta[r]y time,
Does plainly tell me 'tis not mine, but thine.
He gives me time to live, and verily
Ere long I shall have likewise time to dye.

Meditation 2

After the time of Life is ended, then
Oh there's Another Time for sons of men;
A great ETERNITY will surely come,
Of blessed Happiness, or cursed Doom.
Lord, grant I may be one of those that may
Enjoy the first with thee another day.

Meditation 3

Down to the grave I must ere long descend,
Leave all my friends behinde; thither I bend,
And steer my wearied Course unto that Port,
To which all sorts of Nations do resort.
When I cast Anchor, grant, O Lord, that I
May safely ride where Christ himself did lye.

Meditation 4

This World a Sea of trouble is, and Man
Is swimming through this vast wide Ocean.
The billows beat, the waves are angry, and
'Tis seldome that he spies a helping hand
To buoy his head up. O great God, let me
Be kept from sinking into misery.
This day is past; but tell me, who can say
That I shall surely live another day.