Ye magistrates, who love sweet Jesus' name,
Ye need not fear to sign the very same.
I, as your brother, under George our King,
Do sign this pass, and seal it with my ring.

The following HYMN he requested (previous to his death) might be sung at his funeral, which was ac2 cordingly done,

1.

"AH! lovely appearance of death,
What sight upon earth is so fair?
Not all the gay pageants that breathe,
Can with a dead body compare!
With solemn delight I survey,

The corpse, when the spirit is fled,
In love with the beautiful clay,

And longing to lie in its stead.

2.

How blest is our brother, bereft

Of all that could burthen his mind;

How easy the soul that has left,
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,

Whose relics with envy I see,
No longer in misery now,
No longer a sinner like me.

3.

This earth is affected no more,
With sickness, or shaken with pain;

The war in the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again!
No anger, henceforward, or shame,
Shall redden this innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanished away.

4.

This lanquishing head is at rest,
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet, immoveable breast,

Is heav'd by affliction no more!
This heart is no longer the seat,
Of trouble and torturing pain;

It ceases to flutter and beat,

It never shall flutter again.

5.

The lids he so seldom could close, (By sorrow forbidden to sleep,) Seal'd up in a lengthy repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep. The fountains can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free, The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see.

6.

To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison, I breathe;

And still for deliverance pine,

And press to the issues of death. What now, with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become! My spirit created anew,

My flesh be consign'd to the tomb.

FINIŠ.