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An elegy on the death of the reverend and pious Mr. Thomas Wadsworth, sometime preacher of the Gospel in Newington-Butts, and late of London, who departed this life the 29th. of Octoben [sic], 1676.
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Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[157]
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AN ELEGY On the Death of the Reverend and Pious Mr. Thomas Wadsworth Sometime Preacher of the Gospel in Newington-Butts and late of London who departed this Life the 29th of October 1676. IS Wadsworth Dead how can this be resolved Wee 'll grant you the Composituâ—… that 's dissolved But for his Soul it lives among the Blest His Body 's but asleep and gone to Rest He Preacht and Writ o' th' Souls Immortality Which Doctrine he finds true now in Glory If Soul-sleepers could into Heaven peep They would convinc'd be the Soul goes not to sleep For then and there they quickly would behold Holy Wadsworth's Soul shine more bright than Gold Acting its Part mongst that Heavenly Quire With lively vigorous Zeal as hot as Fire Where living He shall Live and never Dye No more Tost nor Green through Pain and Cry For Kidney Vlcer and Stone in Bladder Hath proved to him a Happy Jacob's Ladder Which thought 't was painful for him to ascend Yet come to Top it did in Glory end So Death to him save One proved his best Friend Which One is Christ through whose Blood and Merit Alone 't is that He 's with God in Spirit Which Truth 's believed proves Souls Immortality Also disproves blind Popes Purgatory And what a joyful Meeting may one think Had this Blest Soul upon an Eye 〈◊〉 wink With that Blest Company which is above Where met with Patriarchs Martyrs and Holy 〈◊〉 Also with Others of a later Date Who went to Heaven at a cheaper Rate As Golden Havilah and Holy Jesse Reverend Caryl Venning and blest 〈◊〉 With Learned West Pledger and many more Who now shall have Pleasure for evermore And not to forget Reverend Mr. Well Who spent himself to save poor Souls from Hell But now himself to Heaven's gone from Earth And Blest Wadsworth last hath yielded up his breath And with them hath had a happy Meeting And to each performed a joyful Greeting But what was Wadsworth that thus much is said Of him whose Body now in Grave is laid Was he a Man who in his life deserved To be at 's Death so Honourably served Yea He was a man whose Life deserved it Let none therefore envy his Death hath it The Honour now which he hath with God in Spirit He hath alone for th' sake of Christ's Merit But th' Honour which to him 's given at 's Death His Life deserv'd in spending of his Breath For Welfare and th' good of Mens Immortal Souls Toâ—…t and them prepare ' gainst the Bell touls When first He came from Vniversity At Newington-Busts he lift up his Cry To make Dead Souls to hear his Masters voice And so leave Sin and serve God our of Choice And so loud Cried to Sinners gone astray That many he brought back to Heaven's way Two Sermons he did Preach every Lord's day Each Morn in th' Week he did Expound and Pray Besides he often visited his Flock And at their doors most frequently did knock To see and know each Soul's stare and condition In which he shew'd himself a good Physician And cordingly his Remedy applied The Weak with Strength the Sad with joy supplied And as hungry Souls by him was sad with Food So was hungry Bodies with that which was good He sought the Flock more these he did the Place To do Them good was both is Joy and Peace He sought not as some their Silver but their Soul What ere he lost he would their Sin 〈◊〉 To Rich and Poor he Preached 〈◊〉 Thus he serv'd 〈…〉 In Faith and Lore and Godly Fear And when for 〈…〉 turn'd 〈◊〉 In Countrey Towns and City 〈…〉 And though God gave him great Ability Yet still he shew'd forth as great Humility At length God's providence which ruleth well At Tibbals plac'd him to save some from Hell And there he did not Preach nor run in vain Some fruit God gave him to reward his pain For many there by him was converted Which from th' Faith of Christ was much departed Keeping still his Flock he had at London Though for it he was like to be undone Yet when a place was here for him builded Yet still at Tibbals he as Pastor ruled Keeping Pluralities but not for Gain But to save th' more Souls from Eternal Pain And when th' Persecution was most hot He neglected not to feed his Flock a jot But Preach he would by Day or by th' Night Though sometimes rude Souldiers did him fright And thus he serv'd both places though by strealth Until he found it did impair his Health And then with Counsel did himself advise How to scape being th' Peoples Sacrifice One place he now must leave though both lov'd him well He lov'd them again therefore could not tell Which People to leave both were to him so dear This thing to Decide cost him many 〈◊〉 Also both Flocks a Claim to him did lay Whose Shepherd to be to guide them Heavens way From whence some small Contention did arise 'Tween both Flocks yet both were Godly wise At length by counsel he did come to dwell At Pickle-Herring a place known full well But when Preach'd Two Sermons had at Dead-place His Master sent Grim Death to look him int h ' Face Preaching the last He made us all to wonder He did so long and loud ' gainst Sin thunder And before he ended and went his way Did summon the World to meet him at Judge day And so it prov'd for him they 'l see no more Till they meet to see him the Lord before For on Twenty ninth October th' Lord 's own day 'Bout two o' th Clock his Lord took him away He hath sought his Fight and run throughout his Race And now to Heaven 's gone to take his place But what a great Loss this is who can tell None till Experience to Us it spell Great loss toth ' Church no less to his Relation Yea a great loss toth ' whole English Nation Therefore let all that doth this sad News hear Endeavour to bedew it with a Tear Let Sinners all them of their Sin Repent Which hath provoked God to make this Rent Let all God's People in Love united be That he may not from them take their Ministry Let Magistry Ministry and People all Turn from their Sin and upon the Lord call For Mercy to be shewn to this Nation That we become not a Desolation Let all that go hear at Dead-man's-Place Mourning remembers Blessed Wadsworth's Face And pray his Death may Preach now he is Dead That Sinners dying may find th' Grave a Bed That at th' morning of the Resurrection May meet ' gain with him with a good Complexion Let Tibbals People improve this Loss so well As to come to Heaven and escape Hell HIS MOTTO HErs sleeps the Body of Holy Wadsworth Blast 〈◊〉 him not his Soul is gone to Rest And this his clay shall have a Glorious rising When Christ comes at Resurrection Morning He 〈◊〉 in Life and he preacheth now 〈…〉 Vow 〈◊〉 〈◊〉