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A39197 An Elegy upon the death of that faithful servant of the Lord, and dear and never-to-be-forgotten friend, Mr. John Wells minister of the Gospel, who was suddenly taken out of this vale of misery June 18, 1676. 1676 (1676) Wing E469C; ESTC R36264 1,397 1

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AN ELEGY Upon the DEATH of that Faithful Servant OF the LORD And my Dear and Never-to be-forgotten FRIEND Mr. JOHN WELLS M●nister of the GOSPEL who was suddenly taken out of this V●le of Misery June 18. 1676. HARK Hark! you Heaven-bound-Souls do you not hear A fresh Alarum Tingle in your Ear A Cedar falls A Star does disappear A Summons sent you to prepare for Death And shew the fleeting state of Mortal Breath Man is a World and Death 's the Ocean found Wherein that Worlds Inferiour Pa●ts are drown'd This Sea Encircles All And though as yet God hath set Marks and Bounds 'twixt us and it Still it does Roar and daily Threatnings send And breaks our Bank whene're it takes a Friend But when our Prophets too are swallow'd there 'T is a sad Sign an Inundation's near Ah how may we our Sodom fate bemoan And look for Fire when all our Lots are gone When storms of Vengeance are on Whirlwinds hurl'd To punish this our Sin polluted VVorld VVhere is the Moses in the Gap to stand And with loud Prayr's disarm Jehovah's Han● The Shepherds thus Removed who shall keep From VVolves of Romulus the scatter'd Sheep I' th' Path of Duty how may we not stray VVhen our best Guides so fast are took away Grave pious VVELLS so suddenly was snatch'd As if an Ambuscade of Angels Catch'd His Tow'ring Soul which long'd for Heav'n before And now is Crown'd in Bliss for evermore Yet could not Death surprize him though so nigh For 't was his Practice every day to dye About his Gospel-Labour* he was going Blest Servant whom his Master sinds so doing Christ was his study Gods Glory his Aim It was his Heav'n to advance the same He was not like Wells without water dry And empty Readers of Morality But from his Lips Wells of Salvation flow'd And every gracious Heart that heard him Glow'd By lively faith He being dead yet speaks And still his Works shall Praise him in the Gates Long since we know he fixt a steady Eye And Pointed others to ETERNITY Long since he taught enravish'd Saints to sing Loud Hallelujahs to their God and King And now joyns Consort in such Songs of Love VVith all the Quire of Seraphims above Original Corruption he display'd How Heirs of Wrath by Nature all are made O' th' Holy Sabbath Learnedly he wrote A Treatise that shall never be forgot That day he Hallow'd both in 's life and death And on the same Resign'd his latest Breath Entring Just when temporal Sabbath ceas'd Into a Sabbath of eternal Rest He was a VVatchman could not well be blam'd A VVorkman such as need not be a●ham'd No Proteus that could change to every shape No servile-spirited Preacher that could scrape And Cringe to please the lusts of wanton men He would not say and streight unsay agen But full of Truth and Power his season'd words Did pierce iike Nails and Cut like sharpned Swords His Minister'al Accomplishments were rare His constant Pains his Diligence his Care For souls in Holy Things who can express He might have longer liv'd had he liv'd less Oh melting Suppliant whoe're did know His Prayers to Heaven without some Tears to go The secret Ravishings poor Souls have sound VVhen from his Mouth the Word of Life did sound But ●ings hold not Histories who can rehearse His v●st Perfection in a narrow Verse Take Vertues Graces Gifts and all you can All were Concentred in this Holy M●n THE EPITAPH A Minister under this Tombstone lies Enshrin'd not Dead for Vertue never dies Life's Great Example one whose well-spent Days Began with Goodness and Expir'd with Praise His Lamp was ever Burning never Hid And when his Tongue Preach'd not his Actions did His Body to Earth's Custody's Confin'd But Heaven which always had enjoys his Mind His Work was Preaching here and so 't is still And Preach his Name we hope for ever will FINIS LONDON Printed ●●r B. H. 1676. 88.