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A47480 An elegy on the death of that most laborious and painful minister of the gospel, Mr. John Norcot who fell asleep in the Lord the 24th day of this instant March, 1675/6. Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704. 1676 (1676) Wing K61; ESTC R18842 2,008 2

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AN ELEGY On the Death of that most Laborious and Painful Minister of the Gospel Mr. JOHN NORCOT Who fell asleep in the Lord the 24th of this instant March 1675 6. HOw doth my troubled Soul amused stand On thoughts of God's most sore Chastising hand Let Heaven assist my Pen and help indite This Mournful Elegy I 'm mov'd to write My grieved heart knows not what way to take Its love to shew and lamentation make David for Jonathan was sore distrest And in like sort has sorrow seiz'd my Brest Beloved John is gone dear Norcot's dead That Man of God who hath so often fed Our precious Souls with Manna from above Whose powerful preaching did ingage our love To Jesus Christ O! he had care and skill To feed poor souls and do his Master's will But is he from us also took away What breach still upon breach Lord Jesus stay Thy hand such strokes are hardly born Here 's cause for hundreds to lament and mourn The loss is great the Churches do sustain Poor sinners too like cause have to complain There 's few like him surviving to arouse Their sluggish souls out of their sinful drouse They now may sleep secure and not awake Until they fall into the Stygian Lake This Golden Trumpet 's stopt 't will sound no more To warn them of what danger 's at their door To win sinners to Christ he did not spare His strength nor time thought nothing was too dear To part with all if any ways he might Their Souls turn from false ways unto the right Like as a Candle which much light doth give Doth waste it self whilst from it we receive Much benefit so did he clearly burn To the wasting of himself unto the urn This godly Preacher in a little space Much work did do he swiftly run his race With 's might perform'd what e'r he found to do God graciously did bless his work also Yea few I think have had the like success In turning sinners unto righteousness O were the worth of this good man but known It might produce an universal groan Let Brethren dear of different minds lament For he for you in prayers much time has spent He lov'd you all though I have cause to fear The like affection some did scarcely bear 'T would pierce ones heart to think in such a time Obedience unto Christ should be a crime Or that offence should in the least be took ' Cause from Gods word he durst not turn nor look He would own naught but what thus saith the Lord Add would not he nor minish from Gods Word Come let us live in love we 〈…〉 When at his Port we all arived 〈…〉 Let sinners mourn who shall their loss repair Who for their Souls so naturally did care Well may ye fear God will proclaim new wars When he calls home his choice Embassadors What may a Sodome look for from above When such who stood 'i th gap God doth remove O tremble City what is God about Look for new flames thy Lots are calling out And now chastized flock a word or two I 've double sorrow when I think of you When that the Harvest doth for Reapers call To lose your Labourer this wound 's not small O who shall bear the burthen of the day If God doth take the Labourers thus away When Pylots die how shall the Seaman stear ' Mong'st Rocks and Sands when stormes also appear Have we not cause to think the crafty Fox Will out abroad and prey upon the flocks And Ravening Wolves also will grow more bold And scare some silly Lambs out of the fold If God proceed to call the Shepherds home O what will of so many flocks become ' i th' midst of all in this doth comfort lie The chiefest Shepherd lives when others die And he be sure who for the Sheep did bleed Will stick to them in times of greatest need Come cease your grief don't you know very well The care God has of his own Israell And it s no more which now is come to pass Then what by you some time expected was And what is done is but our Fathers will Therefore be silent every one be still For should we yield to passion I have fears We should grieve Christ and wound our Souls with tears The narrow Sluces too of dribling eyes Would be too streight for those great Springs that rise But since our Vessels fills up to the top Le ts empty them for every sin a drop For it le ts wish we were compos'd of Snow Instead of Flesh yea made of Ice that so We might in sense of sin and it loathing Melt with hot love to Christ yea thaw to nothing And should our sins deprive our Souls of him Let tears run from our Eyes till Couches swim Yet let 's not grudge him that most happy bliss Who now in glory with Christ Jesus is He did his work apace his Race is run He'as touch'd the Gole yea and the prise hath won AN EPITAPH A Sweet and godly Preacher doth lie here Who did his Master Jesus love so dear And sinners Souls that he his strength did spend And did thereby 't is thought hasten his end He brought himself by preaching to the Grave The precious souls of sinners for to save He lies but here asleep he is not dead To God he lives to Christ his soul is fled And o're while must he awake again And evermore with Christ in glory raign By B. K. London Printed for Ben. Harris at the Stationers Arms in Sweetings Rents near the Royal Exchange 1676.