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B03165 An elegy on that reverend and learned minister of the Gospel, Mr. William Jenkins: Who finish'd his testimony the 19th of January, 1684/5. in the goal of Newgate, where there are above fourscore dissenters still remaining. In a dialogue between sense and faith. 1685 (1685) Wing E366; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[176]; ESTC R36178 1,929 1

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AN ELEGY On that Reverend and Learned Minister of the Gospel Mr. WILLIAM JENKINS Who Finish'd his Testimony the 19th of January 1684 5. in the Goal of NEWGATE where there are above Fourscore Dissenters still remaining In a Dialogue between SENSE and FAITH Sense PRISON O Dismal thing What wilt thou still Provoke my Sorrow to Employ my Quill In Mournful Notes Thou cruel place forbear To drein mine Eyes till there 's not left a Tear Bampfield and Ralphson's not enough for you To pack from hence You must have JENKINS too Faith Come leave thy Murmurs his bright Soul has soar'd From Two Confinements to the God h' ador'd He staid but till his Glorious Captain call'd Would'st have him still in Flesh and Jayl Enthrall'd Weep for thy self He is to Bliss arriv'd He is not Dead he is but Re-reviv'd Sense Lament I must and will when such Dear Saints Expire in Prisons I 'll fling out Complaints In spight of all your Modest words I 'll Roar As high as where his happy Soul did Soar I will Implore a Divine NEMESIS On such as Shortned that Dear Life of his Faith Weep not for though he drew his latest Breath Within those Bars and Bolts his happy Death Brings no Dishonour to his pious Name 'T is as Celebrious as a Smithfield Flame Then peevish Sense be still let me prevail That thou no more what Heav'n Decreed Bewail Sense O! that my Head were Waters and mine Eyes A Well of Tears to weep his Obsequies His Dear Remembrance calls for some Arrears Which must be paid him in a Flood of Tears Where Love is Mutual and of equal Force 'T is cutting Grief to feel a quick Divorce Faith Forbear Mistaken Sense thy fruitless Cries Bespeak Impatience 't is but Flesh that Dies His Active Spirit is advanc'd you know He is but gone where thou must quickly go Pale Death 's the Portal that let 's in to Glory Our Writ of Ease from all things Transitory Sense Ah! but He 's Gone That Soul-Dividing Word Begets more Terror then the sharpest Sword He 's gone who almost six and forty years Preach'd to poor Sinners both with Sighs and Tears No Frowns nor Flatt'ries could with him prevail From following his Great Master to a Jayl Faith Cease Exclamations He his work has done With Faith and Patience his blest Race has run Still constant in Adhering to his LORD Who now has given him his full Reward His Death in Prison does more loudly Preach Then when his Voice did th' Ears of Thousands Reach Sense If Gasping SION must endure such Rubs When Cedars fall what will become of Shrubs Or if successive blows our strength must break How shall our Walls be guarded by the Weak If men of Pray'r must Doubly Silenc'd be SION will lose its best Artillery Faith Can SION fear or Overthrow or Harm When Great Jehovah's strong Out-stretched Arm Becomes its Bulwark Can we fear a Want Of Leaders when God's so by Covenant Altho' our Lord doth home some Servants call He still supplies us and is All in All. Sense Ah! but how often do our sins provoke The Lord in Judgment to Repeat his Stroak Who can but shake in Storms Can it be hop'd The Church can stand when it is thus unprop'd Ah! how my troubled Soul 's amaz'd to think That fainting Sion will like Peter sink Faith All once must Die the Prophets have you see No Patent for their Immortality When they 've done that for which they hither Came God can of Stones raise Sons for Abraham When Peter sinks Christ is at hand to heave him And by his Promise he will never leave him Sense Gods hand is heavy and his Anger 's sore His Frowns are Deadly and his Stroaks much more Such Mortal Visitations have a Voice To make Friends Mourn and Enemies Rejoyce What Temper 's so well set but will be soon As Broken Strings make Musick out of Tune Faith As Tender Parents Exercise the Rod Not to Destroy but to Reform so God Is pleas'd to manage his Rebukes he hath Full Show'rs of Love as well as Drops of Wrath. Gracious Effects he gives of seeming Crosses A Future Purchase by our present Losses Sense Mine Ey 's must vent my Grief upon his Herse And weep in Earnest though I weep in Verse When Jonathan was slain a Royal Eye In Doleful Accents wept his Elegy So must I take like Priviledge to Mourn In Ink as well as Tears upon his Urn. Faith Dry up thy Tears for whom thou mourn'st is Blest He 's Enter'd into Everlasting Rest Joy 't was to him to do his Master's Will Now of his Masters Joy he hath his fill In Faith and Patience wait On God attend He 'll plead thy Cause and will thy Right defend An ACROSTICK Well done Good Servant now thy God does say Into that Joy that never will decay Lo thou shalt Enter and abide for Aye Love to thy Lord on Earth was thy Delight In Heav'n thou ever shalt enjoy his Sight And now may'st say such Grace to thee is giv'n My Cross on Earth does prove my Crown in Heav'n Jt is the Father's Will that now is done Enjoyments here below are quickly gone N ●ne can from Death's dire stroke Exempted be Knowledge nor Grace could blessed Jenkins free In Sion's Peace he plac'd his chiefest Stay Nor could he Live when he saw that Decay So near his Heart the Churches Welfare lay