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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	grace_n	life_n	sin_n	2,939	5	4.9686	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70839	A Looking-glass for children being a narrative of God's gracious dealings with some little children / recollected by Henry Jessey in his life time ; together with sundry seasonable lessons and instructions to youth, calling them early to remember their creator, written by Abr. Chear ...	H. P.; Jessey, Henry, 1603-1663.; Cheare, Abraham, d. 1668.	1673 (1673)	Wing P30; ESTC R11296	42,161	98

will dress you I have some hopes that God by it may bless you 1. WHen by Spectators I am told what Beauty doth adorn me Or in a Glass when I behold How sweetly God did from me Hath God such comliness display'd and on me made to dwell 'T is pitty such a pretty Maid as I should go to Hell 2. When all my Members I compare form'd by my Maker's hand In what sweet order strait and faire each part together stand How in the use of these might I in vertue 's Walks excell 'T is pitty when I come to die all these should go to Hell 3. Doth God my ornaments provide of soft and good aray The which this Age converts to pride I am as vain as they But when the thoughts of Pride entice such temprings I should quell By serious heeding this advice I must take heed of Hell 4. If Parents industry and care should by the Lord be blest That they large portions could prepare for me and all the rest Though many Suitors this invites my Fortunes might excell What would become of these delights if I should go to Hell 5. Should Wisdom Breeding parts conspire my spreading fame to raise Should Courtly Ladies me admire and my perfections praise Though for Endowments rare and high from all I bare the Bell What would these toys avail if I at leng●●t be lodg'd in Hell 6. If to seek pleasures Pastimes Sports My fancy should be bent Which City Countrey Town or Court to please me can invent Though thus to satisfie my lust with greediness I fell By weeping-Cross return I must or else go quick to Hell 7. Doth Beauty such corruption Hide is comliness a bait Do costly Garments nouirsh pride hath Treasure such deceit Do Complements breed vanity doth pleasure Grace expel How little reason then have I for these to go to Hell 8. 'T is time I should without delayes my 〈◊〉 state bethink Th ●●gh God's forbearance at my dayes of ignorance did wink Repentance he doth now expect and learning to do well For plainly he doth this detect this broad way leads to Hell 9. To chuse the new and living way the Gospel doth beseech me The heart of Jesus day by day is open'd to enrich me The tenders of New-Cov'nant Grace would sin and guilt expel The promis'd Spirit would me place safe from the lowest Hell 10. Would Christ my Spirit lead along these tenders to embrace I should have matter for a Song to praise his Glorious Grace How first of goodness I was seiz'd from what a state I fell To what a glory God hath rais'd a Fire-brand pluckt from Hell To my Cousin T. H. at School KInd Kinsman Complem●nts apart Yet love exprest with all my heart White I bethought what way was bes● To gratifie a strong request And how to reach the proper ●nd That was ●ssign'd me by a Friend That I would write a seri●us line Your tender Spirit to incl●ne If possibly from wanton things Which carry with them poysn●d 〈◊〉 And kindly to attract your eye From vanity to things on high My thoughts to Meeter were inclin'd As thinking on a Schollars mind It might at first with fansie take And after deep impressions make Which Oh! If God would but inspire Convince of folly raise desire Discover Beauty kindle Love Fix your delight on things Above These weak endeavours then may stand As Christ's remembrances at hand To warn you folly to avoid Which hath such multitudes destroy'd And thence your nobler part incline To Meditations more Divine Which have a faculty to raise Immortal Souls to frames of praise By means of which when you obtain Your Spirit in a serious strain when vanity hath least respect And thoughts are fittest to reflect Then from your Treasure you may bring This brief Solil●quie and Sing COme Soul let you and I A few discourses have Shall we bethink how near the brink We border of the Grave Shall we surveigh our time How vainly it is spent How youthful dayes consume in wayes Which Age must needs repent The things which others please What profit do they merit What are the Toyes of wanton Boyes to an immortal Spirit How will our Reckoning pass Of pastim Pleasure play When every thought and Deed is brought Unto the Judgment Day Would not our time and strength Be better far imploy'd If every thought were this way wrought How Christ may be injoy'd Should not a young man's way Be ordered by the Word Should not his mind be still inclin'd To know and fear the Lord If we behold our Frame Our parts and powers compare Sure God intends some glorious ends To form a piece so rare A Letter sent to a Friend's Child Sweet Child I pray you think not long E're I have sent my Pr●●o●-Song To turn after a Godly sort Your tongue and thoughts from sinful sport Pray let it frequently be brought With holy fear upon your thought And when indeed your So●l is bent On things that are most permanent When least to foolish mir●h inclin'd Then from the Treasure of your mind This serious Song you forth may bring ●ith Gospel Melody and Sing LOrd what a worm am I what could'st thou here espie That ever thou should'st humbly bow On me to cast an eye What kind of Love is this What reason can it have Shall God through Grace himself abase So vile a Wretch to save How strangely was I made How curiously adorn'd I was at first an heap of dust Which sin hath quite deform'd My Matter Earth and Clay Form'd by a power Divine Sure God would hide all cause of pride From every thought of mine My Childish thoughts would cease On vanity to stay Could I bethink I 'm on the brink Of danger day by day Temp●ations lead to sin Sin doth of good bereave me Cloathes Beauty Streng●h and Life at Length Are all at hand to leave me Why then should gay att●re Yield so much food to pride What glory 's in a beareous skin That so much filth doth hide Why should the fond delights Of parents puff me up Such boundless love doth often prove To both a bitter Cup. Why should the highest joyes Of Sin subject my reason The sinful Sports of Princes Courts Last only for a season Lord let my Soul be rais'd And all its powers incline On Eagles Wings to follow things That are indeed Divine Those depths that from the wise Thou pleasest to conceal Mysterious things obscur'd from Kings To me a Babe reveal That from an Infants Mouth A Suckliugs Lips inspir'd Thy glorious Name may purchase same And Christ be more admir'd Let me thy Beauty see Thy Countenance behold Thy Rayes of Grace fixt in my face More rich than Massy Gold Let Royal Robes of Praise And Righteousness adorn me Which may me bring before the King How ever Mortals scorn me Let Treasures of thy Grace A portion rich endow me In lasting Bags though here in Rags Men scarce a bit allow me If

work was done Had we an Hiram skil'd to work in brass Jacin and ●oaz might be rear'd for Glass Faith True he was sick and sleeps whom Jesus lov'd But they who sleep so shall do well at length They rest from labours are from sin remov'd Weep not he 's gone but to renew his strength We face to face shall see him for alas We saw but darkly through that factur'd Glass Sense Must I be stript then of my choice attire To offer Isaac is an heavy tryal Must I be season'd thus with salt and fire How hard a lesson is this self-denial My nailes remov'd its weight is fail'n alas Cups flaggons great and small all break as Glass Faith Take heed of murmuring when God comes down To bind up Jewels that on earth he finds To raise and six them in a glorious Crown He calls for chearful gifts from willing-minds When he would have a laver made of brass Mark how each daughter offer'd up her glass Sense These are hard saying deep to deep doth call My flesh begins to fail my heart to sink T is hard to feed on vinegar and gall To eat of ashes and with tears to drink From me if it were possible let pass Such deadly draughts mixt in a breaking Glass Faith Cease Rachel's weeping hope is in thine end Thy Children to their border God will bring He 'l plead thy cause thy right he will defend Then Kedars-dwellers and the rocks shall s●ag Thy countenance that black and scorched was Shall shine in brightness like transparent Glass An Anagram and Elegy on his dear deceased friend John Vernon who having served his Generation by the will of God fell asleep the twenty ninth day of the third Month vulg called May 1667. For Christ was hunted griev'd disgrac'd With Christ is In New Honour plac'd I. COme Sions Mourners men of holy skill For lamentation in the ashes lie Come skilful mourning women weep your fill Take up a wayling help to raise the cry Till from our eyes like Rivers tears run down Though in new honour we have lost our Crown II. Iniquities do more and more abound They that were filthy will be filthy still Heaven-daring sins without controle are found With wickedness now doth the Ephah fill Saints fill your bottle with repenting tears Then in new honour quickly God appears III. A fixed series of rebukes of late Like Wave on wave discovers dirt and mire In persons Families in Church and State No stone in Sion but is tried by fire All old creation things with trembling mixt Nought stan●s but what is in new honour fixt IV. ' Mongst other warnings of a dreadful day Approaching on the remnant that are left The Righteous fail the best men caught away Of sense and feeling seem the rest bereft How swift the ruines of this old world haste Whilst in new honour Saints so swift are plac'd V. Amid these troops of fiery Chariots prest The Royal Off-spring home to bring with speed My heart is pain'd to undergo the test Of parting with this Israelite indeed Yet when I think how many are debasing I durst not grudge him in new honour placing VI. But who in such a stormy wind can part With such a Father such a Friend indeed And not cry out in bitterness of heart A double share I of thy Spirit need Though carnal Israel Israels-troubler calls thee Yet in new honour Israels-God install thee VII Poor England little thinks doth less bewail Its Chariots and best horsmen troop away When witnesses and loud reprovers fail Our grand tormentors are dispatch'd say they In open streets expos'd to scorn such lie Ere in new honour they be rais'd on high VIII What though dear Soul thy worth hath not appear'd But black among the pot-sherds thou hast lien Thy Visage mar'd thy beauty been besmear'd By mingling Sions dust with tears of thine That dust is wash'd those tears are wip'd away Since in new honour thou art call'd to stay IX Earth was not worthy of thee could not bear thee Profane and loose Professors far'd alike Thy words and walks did make them fret or fear thee ' Gainst those defilements thou wert bent to strike In base compliances thou dread'st to bow Wert then in shame art in new honour now X. Ah what a troop of weepers I descry Of Windows Fatherless Sick Prisoners sad Poor Exiles desolate condemn'd to die Shewing how they by thee were chear'd and clad Our loss weep they will scare repaired be Till in new honour we meet Christ with thee XI Among the Flock of Slaughter clad with dust Through simpathy in Spirit oft am I But with Job's Comforters sit mute I must Since grief amounts to such extremity His indignation having sin'd let 's bear Till in new honour he our breach repair XII A trembling remnant ' mongst the rest I spy Of mourners mark'd and seal'd in front and hands Whom Carnal Brethren casting out do cry Where 's now your God our mount unshaken stands But to their shame he will appear at last When in new honour are markt mourners plac't XIII For his blest chastned Houshold left with God The pregnant Widow and her hopeful Seed Friends Servants Sojourners that feel this Rod My flesh doth tremble and my heart doth bleed Through right to Christ yet raised from the dead Ye in new honour have a better head XIV Among these mourners should I strive to sing Like Vinegar on nitre it would seem If to their sorrows I more weight should ring A woful Comforter they'I me esteem Hast to thy mountain Soul with mourning wings Till in new honour light from darkness springs XV. But ah poor sinners When will ye be wise They 'r gone who did disturb your carnal peace But sins abiding stones shall cry and rise Rather then Gods contest with you shall cease With flames his controversie he 'l renew If in new honour ye no right pursue XVI His Prophets he no longer now imploies His slighted scorn'd Ambassadours withdraws But with heav'n-shaking earth affrighting noise As if seven thunders spake he pleads his cause Stout sinners gird your loyns decision's nigh Saints to your Fortress in new honour fly XVII Bac●sliding England once professing high Now turning Egipt-ward in spight of wrath Thy Oaths base crouchings deep apostacie To sins and vengeance flood-gates opened hath Turn turn at Gods reproof break off thy sin Else ne're expect nue honour stepping in XVIII Yet hope 's in Israel still though flesh hath none A shelter from the storm have Saints provided When desolate expos'd left most alone They by Gods Eye and Counsel shall be guided When desolations at their height begin Such earth-quakes usher their nue honours in XIX Then mourning trembling Sionists attend Though heart and hand grow faint lift up your head The Ach●n-search the breach and gap defend 'Twixt porch and Altar stand 'twixt quick dead Peace may be made perhaps a pardon had And plowed Sion in new honour clad XX. Nay though this age must needs be swept away That Noah's Daniel's Job's find no regard Decrees be seal'd and men have lost their day Yet shall your faithful work have full reward Th' Assi●ians floods your peace shall not annoy Ye in nue Honour shall your God enjoy A. C. FINIS