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Wales lamentation, or, An elegy on the worthy and very much lamented Mr. Henry Williams, Minister of the Gospel in North-Wales
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1685
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Wing W296A; ESTC R26465
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WALES LAMENTATION OR AN ELEGY On the Worthy and very much Lamented Mr. Henry Williams Minister of the Gospel In NORTH-WALES I Who afore made Elegies by Art Now Nature vents and bleeds one from my Heart Let Words with Sorrow drunk from my Soul reel Disorder'd as the Passions that I feel To groan this Loss A Loss so near so great A Loss so Universal so Compleat A Loss which scarce admits of a Relief The deepest sensiblest sagacious Grief Can't reach to its unfathom'd Consequence A Loss above Expression and our Sense A man of Men A Man of God did die His Foes that knew him this will testifie When first to 's Soul an Heavenly Spark was sent It shone and gave a Lustre where he went No sooner Holiness was planted there It did appear about him every where It self diffus'd with Beams most clear and strong Through the whole Series of his Life along So all that knew him and know things aright Knew that he was a Bright and Shining Light Some few rejoyc'd too in his Light a while Who now their Loss as well as we bewail To Neighbours Courteous When their Wants but cry'd Relief from Purse and Counsel not deny'd None 's Help was readier nor no Heart so free To the Distressed none more kind than He But more to Those who thirsted for his Blood He thirsted too but 't was to do them Good Good to their Souls their Bodies their Estate And thus with Kindness he repair'd their Hate Bounteous in Alms A Charity so large Tho' State but small and numerous his Charge He ne'er could have his Liberal Aims pursu'd Had not the Blessing Oyl and Meal renew'd Wonders alike tho' not so great as those Where Thousands fed their Bellies with Few Loaves Whole Crowds of Poor ne'er sought his Door in vain He did their Souls and Stomachs entertain He judg'd them not sufficiently well fed Till he had offer'd them Eternal Bread The Family of Faith fed as his Own His House gave large his Heart a larger Room All that his House or Substance could afford His Fields his Stable or his Beds or Board To treat such Guests they alwayes ready find How wide an Hand how bountiful a Mind How noble large and general Soul he had He lov'd the Good and pitied all the Bad O're whom he wept With pressing Eagerness He beg'd and woo'd t' accept of Happiness Thus Bowels had for All. But Oh! his Heart When he did act the tender Father's Part Torn with Tâ—◠〈◊〉 and fierce Desires 〈◊〉 â—ave all His from Hells Eternal Fires Thought none scarce Born till they had chang'd their State Nor well his Own until Regenerate Hence with such Pains Instructions Prayers and Tears He sow'd and water'd all their tender Years And when that Distance stopt his Vocal Call He breath'd his Soul in Letters to them All. So Teaching Wooeing Charming so Divine The Father full appear'd in every Line Nor did he altogether plow on Steel Many the Answers of his Prayers feel 'T is hop'd the rest will feed yet tho' on Crumbs If not What dismal howling Reckoning comes No Vengeance so uneasie to endure As that which slighted Counsels do procure But still within his special Love and Care His Sp'ritual Children had the greatest Share The Church I mean o'er whom he did preside The Little Flock entrusted him to feed For whom to Violence he was a Prey And bore the Heat and Burden of the Day The Horrors Colds and Dangers of the Night Hell 's utmost Rage and Men's most cruel Spite Yet nothing could him from his Duty fright In Perils oft by Waters Foes and Wayes Spar'd not his Body under great Decayes Thus eager Grace drove weary on Unto a voluntary Martyrdom Hunger and Cold his song Companions oft With Lodgings hard nor Carriage very soft With wondrous Patience Troubles he subdu'd His Master's Will unweariedly pursu'd What ever wand'ring Paths that others trod He kept the Way and wrought the Work of God To various Prisons cast for several Years Insulted o'er by Ishmael-Scoffs and Jeers Baited and worried by fierce Men. 'T was thus That Paul did fight with Beasts at Ephesus Nor was 't his Liberty alone he lost Rob'd and strip'd bare by various Losses tost His Flocks and Herds torn from him in a Day And all he had became the Cruel's Prey Yet none of these could force him from his Ground Tho' Faith and Patience was assaulted round For with undaunted Unconcern'd he view'd Himself thus serv'd his Substance hack'd and hew'd With Heavenly Courage bore he all that Laws Or Hell could load him for his Master's Cause He found his greatest Gain in every Loss And his Redeemer had perfum'd the Cross His Strength and Comforts weigh'd his Labors down Pond'rous his Load more pond'rous his Crown As Hell did plague and waste still Heaven did bless Nor were his Cordials than his Conflicts less T' omit the secret Kisses of Christ's Love The Conscience-Banquets sent him from Above Let us not pass that wondrous Field of Corn To poize his Loss nor Miracles forborn His Earth was heal'd of all her antient Curse The Sums he gave for Christ to re-imburse The Clods divinely bid their Strength release The Earth entomb'd Ten Thousand fold Increase And when the Earth to the whole Land was wild To him alone was easie kind and mild And tho' pale Famine threat'ned all the Land An Army of Joyful Corn for him did stand In monstrous thickness 'fore the Winds do sail Waving their double triple Heads each Gale Their Heads with Blessings bow'd rever'd their God And offer to his Servant all their Load The Miracle like nimble Lightning flew And fill'd all Tongues with things so great so new The Good rejoyc'd his Troublers lost their Rage Since God so plainly did for him engage The Furious cease to roar contract their Paws Let fall the List-up Engine of the Laws This Prodigy had struck their Outrage mute Nor durst they ever after Persecute But Heaven declares on still Smites some with Blasts Life and Estate with secret Curses wastes And yet the Persecutors fear and quake Ere long God's sleeping Thunder will awake Some this Side Hell shall taste his angry Cup Whom for Examples he will Gibbet up But this Meek Saint for these did Intercede God's Love and Mercy not Revenge did plead And sought to stop the Plagues that o'er them spread Nor swell'd for him that Miracles came down Tho' Prais'd his God for wondrous Favors shown But still his Joys some greater Cause did own For here the Pillar of his Comforts stood That Christ for him had shed his Precious Blood Thus liv'd the Worthy lov'd by God and Man His Fruitful Years thus to their Period ran No Day nor Hour pass'd without its Pain Nor scarce a Minute stole away in vain Goodness his Meat and Drink his Day and Night His Master's Service was his whole Delight He spends himself for Jesus and was spent His Strength consumed and his Vitals rent Death spy'd the ' vantage crept a Conqu'ror in On his spent Vitals preys and preys agen The Fort demolishes which he did win Invades the Seat of Life with every Dart And very busie was about his Heart Now Nature struggling strong with inward pains My wasted Vitals Oh! my Breast complains As Nature fades his Graces brighter shone Now Heaven in view his Soul moves swifter on An earnest Longing egg'd him to be free As Pris'ners at the Point of Liberty Impatient urging weary of Delay Thus long'd his Soul to leave its House of Clay Yet murmur'd not thought his Lord's Time the best Tho' tyr'd with Patience vaited for his Rest His humble Thoughts still judg'd all things too Good Whether it were his Physick or his Food Prais'd God for All and for the sharpest Pain Thought nothing hard his God on him had lain His Heart in Praise does flame and nimbly run And the great Work of Heaven had begun Thus practising the Glorious Notes above And learning the Seraphick Song of Love His Joys were solid and no idle Dreams As he did warns us to avoid Extreams Blessings when here possess'd our Nature 's such We prize too little when they 're gone too much His Soul releas'd flew up to Jesus's Arms Where now secure from Sorrow Sin or Harms Encompass'd round with unconceived Bliss Hope turn'd to Vision Faith Fruition is Is perfected and made compleatly Just Sown in his Garden lies his precious Dust Which shall at last a Glorious Body rise Pure Perfect Brighter than the fiery Skies Mean while his Soul with Joys Immortal Crown'd In Streams profound of endless Pleasures drown'd With Voice Angelick seems to speak to us Friends and Relations all why grieve you thus Weep not for Me for I am fully blest Of Glory Joy and Happiness possest Nor for your selves too much Christ able is To make up whatsoe'er in me you miss He can be All what Death in me did end A Pastor Husband Father and a Friend We shall in Heaven a Relation own Not Gross and Sensual but more Spir'tual grown And know in all things There as we are known And meet again There Never to separate Our Meeting as Eternal as our State An EPITAPH WIthin this Garden Precious Seed is sown Which will last Day a glorious Flower be blown A Flower which all the Spices shall excell A Flower that 's only fit for Heaven's own Smell I mean within this Grave his Dust does rest Who Living was in most Respects the Best The Best of Masters Neighbours and of Friends Active in Good and Vpright in his Ends. Of Husbands and of Fathers too the Best A Pastor too amongst the Faithfullest A truer Christian or a better Man The Earth ne'er bore or Sun e'er shone upon Poor World How vain art thou that must divest Of that that is indeed thy very Best Who would be fond in thee mad Spot to stay Since all thy Best thus fading is Away