Against Momentary Ioys

Now let my Friend, from sighs and sorrow cease,
For Crimes repented; let thy joy increase,
For thy serene assurance, lately gain'd,
Of pardon, by thy Saviour's Blood obtain'd;
Let thoughts of thy Eternal Glory rise,
And scorn all Earthly Bawbles that surprise
Unsteady Souls, with present fading Toyes
That cloud the brighter Beams of Heav'nly joys.
And boldly do those glitt'ring bubbles try,
In hope they'll last unto Eternity.
Who raise their idle fancies, by their wit,
To practise Atheism, rather than submit
To part with present Moments of delight,
To purchase Heav'n, with God's Beatick sight,
Who with his known Decrees, will not comply,
But think to live, till they are pleas'd to dye.
Tho of such Men, it may be truly said,
They are that moment, both alive and dead.