An Excellent New SONG, Call'd,
Captain Winters last Farwell
To the WORLD;
Or His Mournful parting with His Wife and Children,
Who was Executed in Fleetstreet, May 17th 1693.
Tune of, All Happy Times:
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GOod People that do see my End,
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Be cautious how your Time you spend
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Without a watchful Care each day,
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The best that is may go astray.
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'Tis true a shamefull Death I die
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For which some will me villefie,
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But why should I ashamed be
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Since my dear Savior dy'd for me.
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I beg all mercy from above,
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The joyful peace of Heavenly Love,
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As for this Life I freely give,
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And beg God would my Soul receive,
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Adieu my dear and loving Wife,
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For now I must depart this Life;
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The Fates does call, I can't withstand,
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Grim Death, who once will all Command.
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But still my Prayers is for you Dear,
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That you would this with Patience bear;
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Be not cast down, but be content,
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Altho Death is my Punishment.
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My next advice to thee my Love,
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Is that thou servest thy God above,
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And then I doubt not but he will
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Preserve thee from all danger still.
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My little Lambs I bid adieu,
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And leave the Charge of them to you;
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Such tender Care I know you'll take,
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That shall be for the Childrens Sake.
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I am concern'd the more my dear
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Because a Child thee now dost bear,
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Therefore thy sorrow is the more
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But God I hope will thee Restore.
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Farewell, for evermore adieu
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This is the last farewel to you,
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When thou a Widdow once shall be
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I hope the Lord will cherish thee.
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I hope I hant forget the Prayer
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Which God in Mercy did declare,
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That all the World would me forgive
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As I do them whilst here I live.
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I dye with all the World in Peace,
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And hope that when my Breath doth cease
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My Soul may unto Heaven fly,
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And there remain Eternally.
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My Spirit Lord I recommend
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Unto my Saviour, Man's best friend
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I come O Lord, I come to Thee,
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O grant me blest Eternity.
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