Greene yet I am (may Greenham say) and green shall flourish still:
Though World, Sickness, Death, and the Grave, on me have wrought their will,
The Apostate world, me wore with grief, and troubles manifold,
Whilst that I sought with all my strength, her pillars to uphold.
Then Sickness came Deaths Sergeant grim, my carcass crazed t'arrest,
And Death at sheeles with gaping grave received me for their guest.
But great Emmanuel marked, and smiled to see them take this toil
To root, and race out Greenham quite: and gave them all the foil.
My soul he plants in Paradise, there green to flourish aye,
And charged the grave my body safe, to keep till the last day.
And least Death should suppose on earth, h'had blotted out my name:
He stirs up Hollands loving mind, for to renew the same.
So that as ointments precious, my works on earth do smell,
Refreshing poor distressed souls, whom Satan seeks to quell.
Lo here the fruit of godly zeal, and zealous piety,
In Greenham who triumphs against all Satan's tyranny.
In spite of world, Sickness, Death, Grave, and all the powers of Hell,
With godly Men, alive and dead, it always shall go well.
GReene yet I am (may Greenham say) and greene shall flourish still:
Though World, Sicknes, Death, and the Graue, on me haue wrought their will,
The Apostate world, me wore with griefe, and troubles manifold,
Whilst that I sought with all my strength, her pillers to vphold.
Then Sicknes came Deaths Sergeant grim, my •arkesse craz'd t'arrest,
And Death at sheeles with gaping graue receiu'd me for their guest.
But great Emmanuel mark'd, and smilde to see them take this toyle
To roote, and race out Greenham quite: and gaue them all the foyle.
My soule he plants in Paradise, there greene to flourish aye,
And charg'd the graue my body safe, to keepe till the last day.
And least Death should suppose on earth, h'had blotted out my name:
He stirs vp Hollands louing minde, for to renue the same.
So that as oyntments precious, my workes on earth doe smell,
Refreshing poore distressed soules, whom Sathan seekes to quell.
Loe here the fruit of godly zeale, and zealous pietie,
In Greenham who triumphs against all Sathans tyrannie.
In spite of world, Sicknes, Death, Graue, and all the powers of Hell,
With godly Men, aliue and dead, it alwaies shall goe well.
