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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39134	An Elegy on the death of the truly reverend, learned and pious, Mr. Stephen Charnock, July 27, 1680		1680 (1680)	Wing E409; ESTC R36110	1,764	1

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH of the truly Reverend Learned and Pious Mr. STEPHEN CHARNOCK July 27. 1680. HOW sad a stroke how deep a wound is this That yet we cannot tell how great it is But only our just fears conclude so far At best 't will not be Heal'd without a Scar. Who can compute that loss which no man dare To say that ever 't will admitt repair For that the World must not expect such Men No nor the Church such Officers agen Had but a sence of this possest the Age A Book of Lamentations not a Page Would register our fate and so transmit At once the Mem'ry both of him and it Such Tribute 't is not a few drops that can Discharge unless we weep an Ocean If that our Heads were Waters and our Eyes Fountains of tears 't would suit our Miseries And sure that Grief cann't burst into Excess Whose cause is such as can have no redress If but two such as Poole and Charnock be In one year snatcht by fatal destiny Three Nations one would think might well consent To testifie their own astonishment And if two Ages could to us restore Blessings as great as those we had before The want of these we better might sustain And be content with those which yet remain But where 's that Door of Hope which should let in Such comfortable thoughts when the same sin Which was the first Occasion of our Woe Hath the like vertue to prolong it too Blest Soul Thou' rt not at leisure now to mind Our poor Estate whom thou hast left behind Still gazing up to Heaven thô our Heart Be with thee too and where thy Better Part Is lodg'd already there we Hope at last To get ashore when all these storms are past Mean while we need our Pilot for we hear The Winds are whisp'ring and the Clouds appear The Floods are moving and without controul Proud waters ready to go o're our Soul With Threat'ning voice Deep unto deep doth call So great our Dangers are Thine none at all Could we but see the Heavens open'd where The joyful throng of Saints and Angels are We should then see thô all have perfect bliss How many Sheaves do there bow down to his How near to Christ's right hand he sits his Crown Of Glory how it weighs the others down How few removes he 's seated from the Throne Above his Brethren would then be known But when at last our Lord and Judge shall come In Majesty to pass our final Doom Then shall he sit upon the Bench with those Wh ' as Christ's Assessors shall condemn his Foes Consid'ring these Dark Clods of Earth How bright Does this Star shine among the Saints in light What sorry Gloworms at the most are we Weak Babes compar'd to such strong men as he While he was cloath'd with flesh such with'ring grass Among Ten thousand He the Chiefest was Came not behind the best but still like Paul He Labour'd more abundantly than All Yea and to better purpose in some sence He justly might have the preheminence The foolishness of Preaching would commend Religion and it self if such a Friend As he to both could stand up in his stead That we might think him risen from the Dead Ev'n Fools and blind the force of truth would make Confess no meer man ever better spake And if those works hereafter should come forth Which are best able to express his worth To every Discourse annex we can Sure 't is the Voice of God speaking by Man Something Divine must guide that Tongue and Pen Which soar'd thus high above all other men There is no Truth of which his Papers treat But what they do adorn and ev'ry sheet As tho' it had let down from Heaven been Containeth nothing common or Vnclean No Sentence there but what was so well weigh'd That it the speaker's rashness ne'er betray'd So accurate each Word that one might guess 'T was to pass thro' the Pulpit to the Press Reader step back and think How clearly would His Lines the Book of Providence unfold How would some others both support his fame And put the sin of Vnbelief to shame To learn his Notions first would soon invite To know both God and Christ with more delight On what firm grounds did he God's Being lay And leave the Atheist nothing more to say With which design nothing could better suit Than next to open every Attribute Which having partly done with much expence Of Time and Pains he clos'd with Patience Whereof he prov'd to this Vnthankful Race From God an Instance but for five years space Thus was his Publick Work begun too late And He too soon Gone to a sinless State LONDON Printed by J. A. for Thomas Cockeril at the Three Legs over against the Stocks-market 1680. 120. a His Sermons upon 2 Chron. 16.9 b Upon John 16.9 c Upon John 17.3 d Upon Psal 14.1 e Upon Nabum 1.3