Jeremy Taylor · 134 of 155
Ejaculations and short Meditations to be used in time of Sickness and Sorrow, or Danger of Death.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee. Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble, incline thine ear unto me when I call; O hear me, and that right soon, For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt up as it were with a firebrand. My heart is smitten down and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread; and that because of thine indignation and wrath; for thou hast taken me up and cast me down: thine arrows stick fast in me, and thine hand presseth me sore. There is no health in my flesh because of thy displeasure; neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sin. My wickednesses are gone over my head, and are a sore burden too heavy for me to bear. But I will confess my wickedness and be sorry for my sin. O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation, neither chasten me in thy displeasure. Lord, be merciful unto me, heal my soul for I have sinned against thee.
Have mercy upon me, O God, after thy great goodness, according to the multitude of thy mercies do away mine offences. O remember not the sins and offences of my youth; but according to thy mercy think thou upon me, O Lord, for thy goodness. Wash me thoroughly from my wickedness; and cleanse me from my sin. Make me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence, from thy all-hallowing and life-giving presence; and take not thy Holy Spirit, thy , thy guiding, thy comforting, thy supporting, and confirming Spirit, from me.
O God, thou art my God for ever and ever: thou shalt be my guide unto death. Lord, comfort me now that I lie sick upon my bed: make thou my bed in all my sickness. O deliver my soul from the place of hell; and do thou receive me. My heart is disquieted within me, and the fear of death is fallen upon me. Behold thou hast made my days as it were a span long, and my age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and every man living is altogether . When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like a moth fretting a garment: every man therefore is but . And now, Lord, what is my hope? truly my hope in even in thee. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine ears consider my calling: hold not thy peace at my tears. Take this plague away from me: I am consumed by the means of thy heavy hand. I am a stranger with thee and a sojourner, as all my fathers were. O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength, before I go hence and be no more seen. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: O me according to thy word And when the snares of death compass me round about, let not the pains of hell take hold of me.