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, mans life is short and at no stay wee 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. Tipping, Robert. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06091 of text R220118 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T1306). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06091 Wing T1306 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[189] 99884927 ocm99884927 183359 2248524684

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06091) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183359) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[150]) 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, mans life is short and at no stay wee 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. Tipping, Robert. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut). Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pye-corner., [London] : [1670-1696] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Good people all, I pray you understand ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo 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 Tipping, Robert. 1696 1 794 3 0 0 0 0 0 37.78 D The rate of 37.78 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
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 , Mans Life is short and at no stay Wee 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 . 〈…〉 In use to bring Gods Iudgement 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 'T is not the pride of Cloths 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 wee 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 shews us every ways It was for sin the world before was drown'd If we understand but what the Scripture saith 〈…〉 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 hee 'l make them as white as 〈◊〉 ? There s many never thinks of serving God For many sudden death there is truely , But runs on in sin untill they be struckned dead , And as the tree doth fall so it will lye . 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 loth for to begin . Let 's leave our si ns & pray for spiritual Grace To trim our lamps , to fill them up with Oyl Our dying day is coming on a pace Then God will give A blessing to our Souls . Gods mercy it is great we may be sure If we with penitent hearts can but repent If we with patience can our Cross indure In Health or Sickness truely be content . And le ts be careful how our time we spend And love our Neighbour and relieve the poor Whatever we do that God may be our Friend , Gods 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 Gods love is to those people to besure . Our time is short we have not long to stay But yet le ts 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 pleas'd that we shall loose our Breath . The oldest man that ever lik'd o th earth Had but his time he at the last did dye , 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 Pye-Corner .