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The Reverend man of God Mr. Peter Hubbard Pastor of Hingam church his translation or Αποθεωσις 23: 11: 1678.

Deepe Hubbard, next Religious awe to thine
Is due, what men allow Virtues Divine.
I in remembrance of thy name essayd
A first and second time but was afraid:
Too big for my poore shell to Comprehend
Where to begin or where to make an end.
Nor Could an Ephod cut by humane witt
This Aaron's gravity compleatly fitt.
I could not trace so deepe and spacious stream
Up to Its head, the name's sufficient Theame
Of such antiquity beyond sea knowne
By persecutions from an Eden blowne
Into a milder clime, yet even there
From Truth-Professing friends hee had his share.
Yet like a Marble pelted by the waves
Hee kept his soundness where some found their graves.
[OMITTED]alone with truth on's side
Than by whole Synods to bee dignified.
The common places of Divines desert
Perfection in the tongues: brave skill in Art
May here adapted bee, for at his Grave
Their excellencies they divested have.
His trade was Jewells: which hee fetcht above:
All his Returnes, Faith, Currant prayers and love.
Mans full allowance, threescore years and Ten
Spent most in pulpit toyles this man of men
[OMITTED]honour to supply the needs
Of his great Charge, without the Reverend weeds
Of purest Lawne, which else might well become
This sufferer in his petty Martyrdome.
His words were Oracles his fervent prayers
Like mighty Angels climbd the Heavnly stairs
Bat'red heavns Frontiers, entred and Came back
With all the blessings which the Church did lack.
His life was Gospel copied out by line,
Exactness best becomes the best Divine.
His Doctrine plaine, yet pungent: free but pure,
Whose efficacy could both kill and Cure.
This Abram kept his bosom Opend Wide
As Jesus armes for babes which some deny'd.
What many pray for only, not indeav'or,
Christs Kingdom's growth hee durst not would not sever.
Infants unborne may well lament his Death
Who saincted all when first they drew their breath
Barring those Temples, least the World or sin
Or Hells great Champion should enter in.
Zeale to the Levits work, the vineyards call
Moved him pay more than tithes of sons nigh all
Greate Benefactor to the Learned sort
This Western World hath cause to bless him for't.
Before this heavnly Hydra Feels his fate
Four heads of the old stock doe Germinate,
True Issue of his braines and Learned loynes
By grace and practise both, Lively Divines.
The Vesper of his life's a constant Cry:
When will deaths curious claws these knots untie?
A crazie cage of bones curtaind with Skin
A Ruind Castle where great strength had beene.
A Blaze of Heavn A beame Divine, A mind
Of the first Magnitude some time Confin'd.
When Aarons Tabernacle work is done
Hee strips his Vestures to adorne his Son
Thus hee uncased himselfe: Resignes the Keys
With (Nunc dimittis) finishing his days.
The travells of almost a double age
Hoary with toyle, and time thus quitts the stage.
Heavns Charioteers, hence with an unseene traine
Up in great Honour Convoy him to Reigne.
And what remains imbalmd in Teares is dust
Not lost but sowne: A Treasure put in trust:
Layd at the Churches doore, Just by the side
Of Saincts, which were his sparkling Crowne, and pride.
That at his death as well as life hee might
Declare the Church to bee his great Delight.
Rest then thy weary bones Thou man of God
If ere the Church fall out assume the Rod
Or rather let the Reverence of thy Name
Bee tutelary Angel of the same
And When thy darksom Cell yee saincts pass by
Say there, the Glorie of His Coat doth lie.