Oh! dream not then that it will serve thy turn Upon thy Death-bed for thy sins to mourn; But think how many have been snatch’d away, And had no time for mercy once to pray. It’s just with God Repentance to deny To such as put it off until they die. And late Repentance seldom proveth true, Which, if it fail, thou know’st what must ensue; For after this short life is at an end, What is amiss thou never canst amend. Believe, man, that to procrastinate. And put it off until it be too late, As ’tis thy sin, so it is Satan’s wile, Whereby he doth great multitudes beguile. How many thousands hath this strong delusion Already brought to ruin and confusion, Whose souls are now reserv’d in iron chains, Under thick darkness to Eternal Pains! They thought of many years, as thou dost now, But were deceived quite, and so may’st thou. Oh! then, my friend, waste not away thy time. Nor by rebellion aggravate thy crime. Oh! put not off Repentance till to-morrow, Adventure not, without God’s leave, to borrow Another day to spend upon thy lust, Lest God (that is most Holy, Wise, and Just) Denounce in wrath, and to thy terror say, “This night shall Devils fetch thy Soul away.” Now seek the face of God with all thy heart. Acknowledge unto him how vile thou art. Tell him thy Sins deserve eternal wrath, And that it is a wonder that he hat Permitted thee so long to draw thy breath. Who might have cut thee off by sudden death, And sent thy Soul into the lowest Pit, From whence no price should ever ransom it; And that he may most justly do it still, (Because thou hast deserv’d it) if he will. Yet also tell him that, if he shall please, He can forgive thy sins and thee release. And that in Christ his Son he may be just And justify all those that on him trust; That though thy sins are of a crimson dye. Yet Christ his Blood can cleanse thee thoroughly. Tell him that he may make his Glorious Name More wonderful by covering thy shame; That Mercy may be greatly magnified. And justice also fully satisfied. If he shall please to own thee in his Son, “Who hath paid dear for Man’s Redempti-on. Tell him thouh hast an unbelieving heart. Which hind’reth thee from coming for a part In Christ; and that although his terrors awe thee, Thou canst not come till he be pleas’d to draw thee. Tell him thou know’st thine heart to be so bad, And thy condition so exceeding sad, That though Salvation may be had for naught Thou canst not come and take it till thou’rt brought.