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A25469
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The life and funeral sermon of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Brand Dr. Samuel Annesley.
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Annesley, Samuel, 1620?-1696.
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1692
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Wing A3230; ESTC R16341
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with a kinder Influence still he view'd Those few who spite o' th' Fashion dared be good Improv'd ev'n old Disciples gain'd the young And dropt Instruction from his silver Tongue These had his Soul and his true Friendship try'd With these he pray'd for these he liv'd and dy'd Lov'd 'em so well that when Heav'n call'd away Almost he 's in a strait to go or stay Till Meditation did the Clouds remove And show'd the Glories of tho Blest above What Mansions in his Fathers-house prepar'd What Joys by Mortals never seen nor heard Then like the Hart whom the hot Chase invades Who plunges in the Brook from his lov'd shades His thirsty Soul breaks out with eager hast And finds those Streams of Bliss he dy'd to taste S. W. Upon the Death of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Brand. I. DEath Commands silence but his Death Forbids He Dead must Speak by his surviving Deeds Whose Life was Action and his Actions Life Purg'd from Dead Works in Vital Issues Rife When once the Quick'ning Spirit from above Breath'd in a Living Faith and Active Love But Slew him first while to his Naked Eye It did present that Dreadful Majesty Which put him to Isaiah's doleful Cry His Lips unclean and Their's amongst whom he dwelt Himself undone till the Live Coal he felt From off God's Altar purging Sin away Isa 6. Then answer'd Here I am send me I pray Our Gospel-Altar gave that Holy Fire Which to a Gospel-Temple did aspire Pag. 7. That of our Law no longer could content Seraphick Love must on God's Work be sent And sent he was much like another Paul Struck down he Heard Reviv'd Rose at Christ's Call Amongst his Brethren Labour'd more than all II. To 's Father's Name or Church was no Disgrace None he would do Had no desire to Rasel Whilst Build he might not in his Father's place Who Dignify'd by her yet far outvy'd That Grace and her more highly Dignify'd By such a Son Whom ah she had not known When in a Croud she did him too disown Had she foreseen sure for his sake alone Black Barth'l'mew had never Outed one But he his Filial Duty ne'er forgot No more her Name than his own Soul would blot Strokes aim'd at her he 'd with his Peril Ward And to her Worthies paid a just Regard Nor Brib'd Whilst he with Generous Content Her Titles mis'st his own fair Income spent Not Held of her yet Turned to her Vse For that 's True Schism and the worst Abuse Which Vogues Our Church not served but undone When Souls to Christ's by all apt means are wone III. This his grand Project this his single Aim Not ty'd to Party Interest or Name The Christian Sum with differing side agreed In God's Ten Words Christ's Pray'r the Apostle's Creed No Fire-brand but a burning shining Light His Love as fervent as his Knowledge bright This Pufft not up his Mind That Edify'd His and who knows how many Souls beside His Tongue Feet Hand and even Purse could Teach His Season'd Speech would daily hourly Preach Yet sweetly flowing Charm'd and Chain'd the Ear Whilst he could speak swift and intent to hear What some would stories call were Parables At once to Please and Profit Sacred Spells Could Heav'n lure down to Earth Earth ralse to Heav'n Such Help to Men Such Grace to him was given Words backs and edg'd by his rare Bounty cou'd From Flint supply the Desart with a Floud His wise Reproofs as Light'ning darted in Could melt hard Hearts and never rase the Skin No Scar would make will out yet wrought the Cure within IV. His Sermon not a Chance starcht Common place But drawn to suit the Peoples studied Case From a Try'd Word by Pray'r and searching Thought With one days Waiting Weekly to be Taught Himself of God to Teach Men as he ought His Text he 'd follow home and Hearers too What Preaching could not Conference might do On all and each he 'd spread the Gospel-Net Not only sow at large but singly set He 'd plow or even dig the fallow Soil Plant and then water with incessant Toil Would do the Work of an Evangelist Humbly Conceal'd under the Catechist V. A Catechist accomplisht every way Truth to Commend as well as to display A Master-builder who could surely lay The right Foundation ' gainst a Trying day Loose Truths he knew less understood soon lost And Pulpit-Summaries too big for most An oft Rehearsed Scheme they must retain Well might conceive what their own Words made plain Hardly could doubt what they were brought to prove Pag. 48. Or from their undertaken Duty move And least of all when wrought into their Love Persons he 'd singly Truths conjunctly Teach Hearers should speak them and the People Preach Call'd and Conducted to a sound Reply By Questions fitting each Capacity And well he knew under such gentle Rain The leaking Sieve must yet a Dew retain And Fruitless Trees a Leafie Verdure gain He taught not Parrots nor would whisper in Such sounds as empty Heads should give agen Would sence by Words conveigh with holy slight Apt Words suggest by sence conveigh'd aright Mind Conscience Will he 'd throughly Catechize Yet not Confess the Man Each power surprize By Christian Wiles for Christ with Holy Paul Would to save some become all things to all VI. He far above the World could yet descry Wisdom's hid Paths below But drew the Eye Still to attend th' unerring Pole above By which himself did safely calmly move His Morning Evening-Dews the Word Praise Pray'r And even these a Heavenly Manna were The Happy Horse should with his Closet share This knew him early oft long on his Knees Constant at study and to him who sees In secret often Fasting to prepare The Food of Souls with utmost Pains and Care There a John Baptist Coming thence he 'd be Sweet like his Lord and innocently free Wise to win Souls by Christian Curtesie Thrice Happy Orb where e're this Sun did shine Whose Heav'nly Course shed Influence divine Meted the Hours and number'd out each Day For all that would observe his constant way His daily Weekly Motion yea his Rest So Measur'd they were Measures for the Best Standing one day or going back had been A Miracle in him was never seen Heaven's Kindness in him shone to Good and Bad Those his Light blest and these his Warmth made Glad Forth from his Native East this kinder Sun Rejoyc'd a large repeated Course to run To barren Climates he would gladly bring Thrô smartest Winter-storms a Gospel-spring But ah more swift than strong ran out of Breath Sunk in a Sea of Tears that wail his Death Yet from his Highest South did not decline Set upon Heaven's Prime Meridian Line There does thô Hid from us more brightly shine VII But O the Light disperst throughout this Land Yea Life convey'd by his Instructive Hand Which rightly found what here he had to do Writings too many were Readers too few There he 'd