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A
MEDITATION
ON THE
FOUR LAST THINGS.
viz.
Death, Judgement, Heaven,
and Hell.
A Meditation on Death.
Death the old serpent’s son,
Thou hadst a sting once like thy fire,
That carrion hell, and ever burnting fire:
But those black days are o’er;
Thy foolish pride buried thy sting
In the profound and wide
Wound of our Saviour’s side.
And now thouart become atame and harm
A thing we’darenot fear [less thing.
