A PILLAR ERECTED To the Memory of that Holy, Humble, and Faithful Servant of Iesus Christ, Mr.Henry Iesse, 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 resolv'd?
We grant you, the Compositum[?] [...]hat's dissolv'd.
But for his Soul, it lives among the blest.
His Bodi's but asleep, and gone to rest.
If neither Soul, nor yet his Body dye,
Then Grave stand forth, and shew thy Victory.
What though his eyes be clos'd, he dwells in Light,
And Death hath onely turn'd, his Faith, to Sight.
Death hath but broke the Glasse, that Refract rayes
May be no more, the Vision of his Dayes,
But direct Beams, in that Caelestial 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 Spirit'al Crop,
To make it fitter, for to Tune those Psalms,
Which Saints do Sing, that bear Triumphant Palms.
But if you'l 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 cloaths 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 Croud, to Usher him Along
Unto his Bed; could no lesse serve the Turne,
To draw the Curtains, round about his Urne,
But such a Number, which did seem to be
About his Hearse, like to a Prodigie.
Why Jesse he was one, that lov'd them all,
And had this Love repaid, at's Funeral.
As in his Heart, he had a General Love,
For ev'ry one, whose birth was from above,
So with a General Love, he's compast round,
When he like Seed, is cast into the Ground.
His short Afflictions, which on Earth have bin,
Such weighty Glory, have wrought out for him,
That though in largenesse, could our hearts arise,
Unto the sand, which on the Sea-Shore lies,
Yet could we not conceive, much lesse 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 Gole is Touched, and the Prize is Won.
His Course is finish'd, he the Faith did keep,
And having done his Work, is fall'n asleep.
Then be ye Jesse's Follow'rs, as ye see,
Jesse did follow Christ, so follow ye,
That when with Jesse, you shall end your Dayes,
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 Lyeth One, whom if thou knew'st, can'st tell,
He Liv'd in Heav'n whil'st he on Earth did dwell.
And though to Heav'n he now Translated be,
Yet still[?] [...] Liv [...] on Earth, and Speaks to Thee.
London▪ Printed in the Year[?] 16 [...] ▪