A burning and a shining light a sermon preached at the funeral of the late reverend Mr. James Wrexham, minister at Haversham in the county of Bucks
Hammat, John, b. 1657 or 8.
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Upon the Death of that Faithful Servant of Christ, Mr. James Wrexham.
COME Tears, ye pearly dewes; your Forces joyn,
To wash the Body of a great Divine.
Lament, O England, at a Prophets Tomb,
One Pillar's fall doth sorely shake the Room.
Late monstrous Stars did look us into fear,
What think we, when our kind Stars disappear?
Needs must a dreadful Darkness us surround,
When Lamps are Tapers watching under Ground.
Ha'rsham, Lament. Thy pleasant Sermon Bell
Is turn'd into a doleful Funeral-Knell.
You were the Field, where he bestow'd his Pains,
In hopes to reap your Graces for his Gains.
Your Chancels Northern part bedew with Tears,
In memory of your former golden Years.
Ah, Loss on Loss! What Heart can this abide?
The young one sleeping by th' old Prophet's side.
Children, Lament. Your Catechist is gone,
Your Morning's over-cast, which lately shone.
Both Young and Old, Lament your mighty Loss,
Ye wore the Crown, but now you bear the Cross.
But he, whose Heart doth not Lament his fall,
Deserves to be lamented most of all.
