Oh! do not now my sinful soul forsake. But to thyself thy Servant gath’ring take. Into thy Hands I recommend my Spirit, Trusting through Thee Eternal Life t’ inherit. A Farewell to the World. Now Farewell, World, in which is not my Treasure; I have in thee enjoy’d but little Pleasure. And now I leave thee for a Better Place, Where lasting Pleasures are, before Christ’s face. Farewell, ye Sons of Men, who do not savor The things of God; who little prize his Favor. Farewell, I say, with your Fool’s Paradise, Until the King of Terrors you surprise, And bring you trembling to Christ’s Judgment Seat, To give Account of your Transgressions great. Farewell, New England, which hast long enjoy’d The Day of Grace, but hast most vainly toy’d And trifled with the Gospel’s glorious Light; Thou may’st expect a dark Egyptian Night. Farewell, young Brood and rising Generation, Wanton and proud, ripe for God’s Indignation, Which neither you nor others can prevent, Except in Truth you speedily repent. Farewell, sweet Saints of God, Christ’s little Number, Beware lest ye through sloth securely slumber; Stand to your Spir’tual Arms and keep your Watch, Let not your Enemy you napping catch; Take up your Cross, prepare for Tribulation, Through which doth lie the way unto salvation. Love Jesus Christ with all sincerity; Eschew Will-worship and Idolatry. Farewell, again, until we all appear Before our Lord, a _Well-done_ there to hear. Farewell, ye faithful Servants of the Lord, Painful dispensers of his Holy Word, From whose Communion and Societ I once was kept through long infirmity This of my Sorrows was an aggravation; But Christ be thankéd, through whose Mediation I have at length obtainéd Liberty To dwell with Soul-delighting Company, Where many of our Friends are gone before, And you shall follow with a many more. Meanwhile stand fast, the Truth of God maintain, Suffer for Christ, and great shall be your Gain. Farewell, my natural Friends and dear Relations, Who have my Trials seen and great Temptations; You have no cause to make for me great Moan; My Death to you is little Loss or none. But unto me it is no little Gain, For Death at once frees me from all my Pain. Make Christ your greatest Friend, who never dies; All other Friends are fading Vanities. Make him your Light, your Life, your End, your All; Prepare for Death, be ready for his Call. Farewell, vile Body, subject to decay. Which art with lingering sickness worn away; I have by thee much Pain and Smart endur’d; Great Grief of Mind hast thou to me procur’d; Great Grief of Mind by being Impotent, And to Christ’s Work an awkward Instrument. Thou shalt not hencefortli be a clog to me. Nor shall my Soul a Burthen be to thee.