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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39113	An Elegy on the death of that reverend divine, and truely pious, humble, charitable servant of our Lord Jesus Christ, Mr. John Turnor, late of Hatton-Garden who departed this life the 18th of February, and was interr'd the 22th day of the same moneth, 1692 [i.e. 1693]		1693 (1693)	Wing E393A; ESTC R36106	1,556	1

AN ELEGY On the DEATH of that REVEREND DIVINE and Truely Pious Humble Charitable Servant of Our Lord Jesus Christ Mr. JOHN TURNOR Late of HATTON-GARDEN Who Departed this Life the 18th of February and was Interr'd the 22th Day of the same Moneth 1692. An Orthodox Divine was he And Cloathed with Humility The Poor that thronged about his Gate Methinks doth now look dessolate AWAKE my Muse I think I hear some cry Oh! Where is Mr. Turnor's Elegy Is he forgotten that deserved so well Can you forbear the Truth of him to tell Stones could they speak would eccho forth his Praise Unto the World and how he spent his Dayes He is now a Saint in Glory with the Blest A Man deserving Praise among the rest A True Embassador of Christ our King Which now with Angels Anthems sweetly sing He every day redeemed precious Time And meditated oft on things Sublime The Blessed Jesus he did much adore Admiring him in Saints that was but poor Reproving meekly them that when astray Humbly directing them the Narrow Way That leadeth unto Everlasting Life A Tender Parent Indulgent to his Wife His Houshold he did guide with Prudence great A Man that never sate in Scorners Seat Fervent in Prayer strong in Hope and Faith Most diligent in all as Good Men saith And Friend without Interest or hope of Gain A Man afflicted with anothers pain His Heart in Heaven was whilst on the Earth A Man Religious ever from his Birth His Talent he improv'd very well I know not any that did him excel Two Places he did build at his own Charge All for Gods Worship Zion to inlarge Great Cause have I for to lament his Death Woe Day to me when he resign'd his Breath Its self doth speak because I have the loss His Death doth make me go by Weeping Cross But when I do consider his great Gain It much doth palliate my heavy Pain Expounding Scripture Catechise and Creed Young Persons he delighted for to feed He 's not Dead but he is gone to sleep I 'le dry my Eyes and will forbear to weep Each Mourning Saint hold up your Drooping Head Dear Holy Mr. Turnor is not Dead He 's done his Work he 's gone to rest And we shall see him rais'd amongst the Blest His Life and Conversation might all teach And far exceed Eloquence of Speech For what he Preached he Practised with Delight A Man most Sincere Humble and Upright A Saint full fraught with Pious Charity A Self-Denier of Worlds Vanity A Spirit Meek and Courteous unto all Supporting them that ready was to fall The Sin of Covetousness his Soul did hate And would admit of Passion at no rate Not slack at all in Works of Piety He Holy lived and Sweetly he did Die His pains were sharp and hard for Flesh to bear But of repining he took special care He like a Lamb surrendred up his Breath And patiently submitted unto Death His Soul did long for to be fixt above For to behold the Lord which he did love On his Death-Bed he often did express His Love into the Father yea no less Praising of God for Blessed Jesus Who dyed on the Cross to ease us He did Adore the Father Son and Spirit And now with him a Kingdom doth inherit And to Gods Kingdom he hath made increase And is ascended to the Urn of Peace An Epitaph on the Worthy Mr. JOHN TVRNOR Honoured Earth that doth inclose A Blessed Saint to take Repose For ever him thou canst not keep Therefore we will forbear to weep Grief to his Flock a Dolesome Day When such a Shepherd was taken away So great a Light to be put out May humble Hearts that are full stout When Stars do fall that are so bright O how can we expect but Night He 's gone unto the silent Grave And yield Earth what Earth did Crave But time will come when you will see That Holy TVRNOR raised shall be And one of them that raiseth first A Spiritual Body with the Just Though in the Grave his Body sleep His Blessed Lord his Soul doth keep And when the Trumpet soundeth High And at Midnight there is a Cry And Jesus Christ aloud doth call Arise to Judgment great and small Then you his Flock his Face shall see And never more shall parted be London Printed for Richard Baldwin in Warwick-Lane 1692. 191.