A mournful Epitaph upon the death of that reverend worthy Pastor Mr. JOHN ROGERS, late preacher of God's word at Dedham in Essex, who departed this life the 18 of October in the year 1636. 1. COme help us mourn good Shepherds all, who love Christ's flock in deed Help us to beg, plead, cry & call, in this our time of need. 2. Come weep and mourn both young and old, your hearts to sorrow move Both Sheep and Lambs all of his fouled show forth your dearest love. 3. Our joy is gone, our soul's delight, our blessed son of thunder, Our valiant champion in God's sight, to break sins bolts in sunder. 4. Our famous light which lately stood on hill within our town: Whose beams were spread so fare abroad, is now by death took down. 5. Those lively crystal streams so pure, with pastures fresh and green; From us alas are locked full sure, and can no more beseen. 6. Oh mournful flock who art deprived of such a faithful guide; Whose drooping souls he hath revived full many a time and tide. 7. Our faithful Moses now is gone, which stood up in the breach; To stay God's wrath with many a groan, his hands to heaven did stretch. 8. His life God's glory did advance, his doctrine good and plain: And by God's holy ordinance, he many a soul did gain. 9 No pain nor labour he did spare, the hungry souls to feed, Dividing out each one his share, according to their need. 10. A person grave, a patron rare, most humble, godly, wise, Whose presence made the wicked fear, when they beheld his eyes. 11. His ears were open and attended, to hear the poor man's cry: And speedily his heart was bend, to find a remedy. 12. To rich and poor, to old and young, most courteous mild and meek, The mourning souls he brought along, and comforted the weak. 13. Much comfort here his soul possessed, his life fame, and renown, And now with Saints and Anglels blest, he wears a glorious crown. 14. Where many a soul is gone before, which he through Christ hath gained, His glory shines as Sun therefore, and never shall be stained. 15. You pastors all of Christ his fold, of souls who have the charge, See here a pattern to behold, your duties to your charge. 16. His faith, his love, his godly care, his 〈◊〉 sin to suppress: His pity shows to such as were, in grief and heaviness. 17. His humble heart did soon make peace, by arbitration wife, All jars and strifes he made to cease, twixt neighbours that did rise. 18. But now those joyful days are gone, which made our hearts so glad, And comfort brought to many one, when sorrow made them sad. 19 Our Zion temple songs do cease, our burning shining light Is gone to everlasting peace, and bids us all good night. 20. Our constant Lector twelve days fame, and joy of Saints all round, To which Gods armies flocking came, to hear his doctrine sound, 21. God's holy Law and Gospel pure, he preached with courage bold, Whereby he many did allure, and brought to Christ his fold. 22. The poor and hungry souls always, with good things he did fill, The rich, nor any went away, without God's mind and will. 23. Most faithfully he preached God's will, with wisdom from above, And left for to direct us still, his book of faith and love. 24. God's counsel and the narrow way, he clearly did unfold. Without excuse to leave all they. that would not be controlled. 25. His proudest foes on overy side, who sought his deprivation, He still did overcome their pride, by humble conversation, 26. Against hell's force and Satan's rage, God kept him in his station, And still preserved him in his old age, in Dedhams congregation. 27. From week to week, from day to day, he cried in our ears: And this he did without delay, the space of thirty years. 28. In zeal he was a flaming fire, yet humble and discreet. Which made his chiefest foes admire, and swadged their malice great. 29. They often sought for to prevail to take away our joy, To quench our light they did assail, our glory to destroy. 30. But God did guard his choice elect, who worthy was through Christ. From dangers all did him protect, and took him home at last. 31. The time of life that God him lent, was threescore years and seven, The greatest part of which he spent, to bring souls unto heaven. 32. Oh happy 〈◊〉 and blessed gain, good time 〈◊〉 him to die, . 33. Yet happy now likewise are they, which are in state of grace, And were so wise that in their days, with God they made their peace. 34. Now magnify the providence, of God's election strong, That he such days by sure defence, in mercy did prolong. 35. And now hold fast with diligence, the truths which you have learned And bring forth fruit with patience, that grace may be discerned. 36. Those graces learn to imitate, in him which shines so bright, So shalt thou live in happy state, and pleasing in God's sight. 37. A wife hath lost a heavenly head, children a father dear, A loss to all on every side, and to his flock most near, 38. His house a blessed Bethel was, as plainly did appear: He lived to see his fruits in grace. on all his children dear. 39 But now alas what shall we do God's anger to revoke. Our sinfulness have brought us to this sad and heavy stroke. 40. Our sleepy formal carelessness, in hearing of God's word: Unfruitful barren heartedness, though we with means were stored. 41. All those that have worn out this light, and yet remain all dark, How shall it now their souls affright, to wear this cursed mark. 42. Now let us all repent and pray, with zeal and fervency, That of the Lord obtain we may, some comfort and supply. 43. Our King and Counsel Lord preserve, and all of each degree, That from his truth we may not swerve, but therein live and die. 44. That with him that's gone before, a kingdom may obtain. And then with Saints for evermore, in glory may remain. AN EPIGRAM. I n morning wake with God, and beg his grace, O ffend not his good spirit in any case, H ang fast on Christ, cleave close unto his word, N o time forget to wear the christian sword, R un cheerfully your general is before, O ur blessed captain Christ hath opened the door G ot victory against sin, death, and hell, E ternall life for are with him shall dwell, R eturne my soul go fo●rth unto thy rest, S trange joys are gone which cannot be expressed. FINIS. Printed 〈…〉 1642.