A PILLAR ERECTED To the Memory of that Holy, Humble, and Faithful Servant of jesus Christ, Mr. Henry jesse, who rested from his Labours upon the fourth day of the seventh Month, 1663. In the Sixty Third Year of his Age.  

IS Jesse Dead? How can this be resolved?  
We grant you, the Compositum that's dissolved.  
But for his Soul, it lives among the blessed.  
His body's but asleep, and gone to rest.  
If neither Soul, nor yet his Body die,  
Then Grave stand forth, and show thy Victory.  
What though his eyes be closed, he dwells in Light,  
And Death hath only turned, his Faith, to Sight.  
Death hath but broke the Glass, that Refract rays  
May be no more, the Vision of his Days,  
But direct Beams, in that Celestial Place,  
Where Sa●●●●●●hold their Father, Face to Face  
What though his Body, in the dust did drop,  
It's but to Raise it up, a spiritual Crop,  
To make it fitter, for to Tune those Psalms,  
Which Saints do Sing, that bear Triumphant Palms.  
But if you'll call this Sleep, a death, then say,  
Jesse is gone to bed, till it be day,  
Till Christ shall wake him, that he may put on,  
Like Glorious robes to those, which clothes the Son.  
And with him on his Throne, a Seat obtain,  
When Crowned Saints, over the Earth shall Reign.  
But what was Jesse? that so great a Throng,  
Of Saints should Crowd, to Usher him Along  
Unto his Bed; could no less serve the Turn,  
To draw the Curtains, round about his Urn,  
But such a Number, which did seem to be  
About his Hearse, like to a Prodigy.  
Why Jesse he was one, that loved them all,  
And had this Love repaid, at's Funeral.  
As in his Heart, he had a General Love,  
For every one, whose birth was from above,  
So with a General Love, he's compassed round,  
When he like Seed, is cast into the Ground.  
His short Afflictions, which on Earth have been,  
Such weighty Glory, have wrought out for him,  
That though in largeness, could our hearts arise,  
Unto the sand, which on the Sea-Shore lies,  
Yet could we not conceive, much less Declare  
 
His Fight of Faith is fought, ev 〈…〉  
And he hath laid hold, on Eternal Life.  
The Conflict's over, and the Race is Run,  
The Goal is Touched, and the Prize is Won.  
His Course is finished, he the Faith did keep,  
And having done his Work, is fallen asleep.  
Then be ye Jesse's followers, as ye see,  
Jesse did follow Christ, so follow ye,  
That when with Jesse, you shall end your Days,  
You may have nought to do, but sing forth Praise,  
And look on Death, which is the King of Fears,  
But as a Bridge, over this Vale of Tears,  
To Land you on those Banks, along whose side,  
Rivers of Pleasure, evermore do Glide.  
And at the Last Day, may be found to stand,  
With Henry Jesse at our Lords Right Hand.    


HIS EPITAPH.  
Hare Lieth One, whom if thou knewest, canst tell,  
He Lived in Heaven whilst he on Earth did dwell.  
And though to Heaven he now Translated be,  
Yet still 〈◊〉 Liv●… on Earth, and Speaks to Thee.    

London▪ Printed in the Year 16●●▪