THE
Young-Mans Repentance,
OR, The sorrowful Sinners Lamentation;
Being the last Expressions of a Young-man, who having spent all his time in Pleasure and Jollitry,
was seriously sorrowful when he came to lye upon his Death-bed, mourning for his mis-spent
time, and advising all Young-Men to be mindful of their latter end.
Tune is, Aim not too high.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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YOu that have spent your time in wickedness,
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Now mind the dying words I shall express;
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Do not, like me, abuse your precious time,
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Nor waste one moment when you'r in your prime.
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And do not promise to repent to Morrow,
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Least e're it comes you'r overtook with sorrow;
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Some are struck dead, you very well do know,
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How can you tell but your case may be so.
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See how I languish on my Dying-Bed,
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To think upon what I have done or sed;
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But let me now to you a Warning be,
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Sin to forsake, and shun iniquity.
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Frequent the Church, to which I once was strange
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But now repent it, since I now must change
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This wicked world, and for my Grave prepare,
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To be where blest, or cursed People are.
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The sins that once were pleasant unto me,
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To my poor Soul sad Torments now they be;
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But he that did his Blood for sinners spill,
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I hope he will have Mercy on me still.
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His Mercies see by no means you abuse,
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For Conscience at the last will you accuse
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For your misdeeds, and in your Face will flye
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And sting your souls when you shall come to dye.
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To others do, as you would be done by,
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This Reason is, and Justice certainly,
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And pleasant is to our Creators sight,
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For he in Justice always takes delight.
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Bad Company see you avoid and shun,
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Thousands thereby have surely been undone;
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And brought themselves to their untimely ends,
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To the great grief and sorrow of their Friends.
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Lewd Wom[?]n by no means do you come near,
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Least for your pleasure you do pay full dear;
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That is the Fountain of all Mischief, and
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Bri[n]gs shame and sorrow to our Native Land.
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But Gods commands obey in eve[r]y thing,
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Amongst the Saints then shall you praises sing;
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Your Souls be happy when your bodies dye,
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And you shall live with Christ eternally.
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But now I'm almost ready to depart,
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The guilt of Sin doth pierce my tender heart;
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I tremble when I think upon the bar
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Where God and his dear Son the Judges are.
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And if my Saviour do not stand my friend,
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On whom my faith and hopes do both depend,
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My case will prove but bad, and I shall be
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Banisht his presence to Eternity.
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Amongst the wicked ones I shall remain,
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In Flames to burn, and feel immortal pain;
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Blessed God forgive my sins, that I
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Be freed from pains that last Eternally.
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O let thy sufferings for my sins suffice,
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And pardon all my gross iniquities;
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That after Death my Soul may flye to thee,
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And with thy Saints for ever blessed be.
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Thy Mercies do in number far exceed
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The sins which make my dying heart to bleed:
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And therein lies the very bounds and scope,
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That thou wilt grant me that for which I hope.
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My fainting spirits now I recommend,
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Into thy hands. for now my life must end,
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And having gained pardon for my sin,
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When life doth end, my joys will then begin.
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All you that read these Lines when I am dead,
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Pray ponder well the words that I have sed;
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For without doubt you'l find them to be true,
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And so I bid this sinful World adieu.
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