Zion laments his loss! his honest tongue Disdain'd to shield or palliate the wrong! And soothe the mind with doubts and fears distress'd. Dead is the saint, whose animated pen Wrote for God's glory and the good of men; Bold, learned, upright, zealous, and sincere, But mark the perfect man at his decease! Behold 'tis calm serenity and peace: The full ripe shock death's scythe has stricken down, Soho. STEPHEN. ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. DR. HAWKER. My father! my father! the chariot of Israel and the horsemen thereof: and he saw him no more." 2 Kings ii. 12. ATTEND, O Zion's sons attend! The church of God a loss sustains; To join the ever blissful strains. The harp's unstrung, and tears will flow, For one whose memory stands so dear; Whose worth and merit here below Prov'd him the pastor, friend Faith in a moment changed to sight, stands; He flies to obey his Lord's com- Methinks I hear the judge of all, The faithful pastor to the sky. зing; |