A Godly Guide of Directions for true penitent Sinners in these troubled times.  

That we call to God to be our friend,  
To think upon our latter end,  
Man's Life is short and at no stay  
We almost have a dying day,   

That God may guide us along,  
To bring us to our heavenly home,  
Where our Souls may live and ever rest  
With heavenly Angels that are blest.   
Tune is, Aim not too high by Robert Tipping:  
 

GOod people all, I pray you understand  
These Verses now which I do take in hand  
And take good notice I yray you to the end  
It will put you in mind that God will be you friend   

There's little Love in this World to be seen  
Our Hearts doth swell with malice evermore  
It is a great wonder for our grievous sin  
God does not strike us with some grievous sore.   

There was never so much swearing in this Land,  
And taking of gods sacred name in vain  
It hurts our peace and does destroy our Land.  
And sore offends our gracious God of Heaven,   

It is a grievious thing if people would but mind  
To think how sinful in this land we be  
God give us grace that we may mind in time  
And beg for pardon on our bended knee  
What innocent blood by Villains has been shed.  
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In use to bring God's judgement on our head  
But still his mercies they are manifold.  
Good Lord that people would but live more civil  
And serve the Lord in most loving way  
And forsake the Sin of Pride that is so evil  
That God may be our friend both night & day   

'Tis not the pride of  but the pride of Heart  
That hurts a man or Woman I do say,  
The Lord takes notice of the inner part  
Therefore good people we had need to pray.   

And let love and charity be more in use  
And serve the Lord & keep the Sabbath-day  
O then there would not be so much abuse  
But mend our lives I say then every way.   

The holy Bible shows us every ways  
It was for sin the world before was drowned  
If we understand but what the Scripture saith  
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Our Saviour bids us if we be relest  
Come with penitent heart our souls shall make a show  
And come to him and he will give us rest  
If they were as red as scarlet he'll make them as white as 〈◊〉?   

There's many never thinks of serving God  
For many sudden death there is truly,  
But runs on in sin until they be struckned dead,  
And as the tree doth fall so it will lie.   

You see what warning-pieces God hath sent  
By fire and sword, and sickness for our sins,  
To turn our hearts that we may all repent  
Yet to mend we're loath for to begin.   

Let's leave our si ns & pray for spiritual Grace  
To trim our lamps, to fill them up with Oil  
Our dying day is coming on a pace  
Then God will give A blessing to our Souls.   

God's mercy it is great we may be sure  
If we with penitent hearts can but repent  
If we with patience can our Cross endure  
In Health or Sickness truly be content.   

And let's be careful how our time we spend  
And love our Neighbour and relieve the poor  
Whatever we do that God may be our Friend,  
God's mercies they will bless us and our Store,   

Now all good people I say no more but this  
Lets live in Love while this Life doth endure,  
Let every one mend what is amiss  
God's love is to those people to besure.   

Our time is short we have not long to stay  
But yet let's strongly stand upon our guard,  
God give us grace to mind our latter day  
That our souls in Heaven may have a good reward.   

Concluding of these verses now in print  
God bless us all & ever to our death  
That all may understand what here is in't  
When he is pleased that we shall lose our Breath.   

The oldest man that ever liked o'th' earth  
Had but his time he at the last did die,  
We must stoop to death & leave this life at last  
Let us work for Heaven, and Heavenly Eternity.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pie-corner.