A47480:26
An elegy on the death of that most laborious and painful minister of the…
An elegy on the death of that most laborious and painful minister of the gospel, Mr. John Norcot who fell asleep in the Lord the 24th day of this instant March, 1675/6.
London: printed for Ben. Harris, 1676
No title page in the transcription: set from the catalogue record.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
They now may sleep secure and not awake.
Until they fall into the Stygian Lake.
This Golden Trumpet's stopped, 'twill sound no more,
This Golden Trumpet's stopt, 'twill sound no more,
To warn them of what danger's at their door.
To win sinners to Christ he did not spare
His strength nor time, thought nothing was too dear