Selected quad for the lemma: christian_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
christian_n	day_n	let_v	sabbath_n	1,174	5	9.6962	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95611	Ter tria: or the doctrine of the three sacred persons, father, son & spirit. Principall graces, faith, hope, & love. Main duties, prayer, hearing, and meditation. Summarily digested for the pleasure and profit of the pious and ingenious reader. / By Faithfull Teate preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk.	Teate, Faithful, b. 1621.	1650 (1650)	Wing T617; Thomason E1901_1; ESTC R209946	71,499	206

Jonah-like Heav'ns sealed one Enters the deep But shall The Whale The grave him keep See Souldiers watch and Pilate seales the stone As Daniel's seal'd when cast into the Den Malitious Jewes Require a seale And watch which Pilate won't refuse Left some the Coffin'd Corps should steale They 'll keep the Sun from rising Crafty men Lo in a Garden stood the sealed Tomb. Adam the first Hav'ng bin For sin i th' Garden curst To th' Grave My Saviour thus fullfills the doom Then dawns that blessed light that ever since Makes one day shine More then six other For should six week-day lights combine One Lords-Day brightness would then smother With thee Thy Day Lord riseth and proves Prince That Day is now obscur'd wherein Christ slept That Day 's made bright In which That rich And orient light Quit that blind prison where he had been kept Surely that day 's the whole weeks Jubilee That day 's the best Which my dear Lord By ceasing from his labour blest Labour that cost more then a word Wherein redemption set the ransom'd free This first day finds more then the seaventh day lost Can supe●add And raise More praise Then th' other had So th' old Commandment is fullfill'd not crost That bids me celebrate what day of seaven God hath most blest And HIS doth call Such WAS the Jewish IS our rest We sowr'd Gods first works by our fall Till Christs last Passover purg'd out the leaven Was not Christs Buriall part of 's Humiliation His day of rest From that Dark state Shall 't not be blest Shall I less prize a new then old Creation Redemption is a making old things new Rouze Christians then Though dead before Let Lords-Dayes find you living men That with your Christ can rise and soare And for the Christian quit thy Sabbath Jew The first in sin runs first to th' Sepulcher Poor woman kind But Christ Is mist Oh! they can't find Their Lord though two of his Life guard appear The two bright pointers of that blessed Star His countenance Who h'd roll'd the stone Strikes keepers hearts at 's first advance As dead as what he sate upon Thieves were now Angels Christs attendants are Say th' women who shall roll the stone away 'T was done before Thus may I pray I find my score Quit to mine hand when I cry who shall pay Surely my surety did my debt discharge Lord else why should Thine Angell be Sent down t' unlock that prison-hold Wherein my Saviour lay for me My surety's free why may n●t I walk at large They would with Oyntments Odours pretious things Perfume his Prison But th' dead Was fled Their Sun was risen With sweeter balme with healing in his wings Mary the sinner Mary Magdalen Marcheth i th' van To th' Sepulcher But th' stone 's remov'd and so 's the man Shee missing her dear Saviour there To Iohn and Peter runs and comes agen These run a race the wager's precious truth But Iohn outran Alas He was The younger man Happy the man runs after Christ in youth Peter successour to his Masters Cross Whilest John keeps out Enters Christs Tombe Looks for his Christ but finds a clout And winding-sheet in Saviours Room But Christ is gone O blessed gainfull loss Mary th' old weeper stands without and cryes But stooping down Spies here And there The Grave cloaths thrown Which linnens scarce can serve to wipe her eyes Shee is still anxious turns her round and lo There the Gard'ner stood As shee conceiv'd Ev'n he that waters with his blood Each plant of his Thus Christ's receiv'd By the true seeker oft when 't thinks not so Sir if thou have borne him hence and 't was well guest Tell me saith shee Mary Lo I Ev'n I am he Ah! my dear Lord that word revives my heart Yet touch me not saith he I 'm not ascended But go thou rather And tell abroad Unto my Brethren to my Father And yours I go mine and your God So richly is the poorest Saint befriended How studious is my Lord that they should know And so partake Of this His Bliss That did forsake Him in his captive state and sufferings so Surely these men that fled then from their colours Might have expected Another kind Of message should have been directed From their now rising Lord but find Their sins in his Grave buri'd with his dolours No word of th' old uncomfortable story But say I 'm risen Let tears And fears Take up my prison Run tell my Brethren thou hast seen my Glory Also the Angell cries be not affraid Jesus you 'd have I know it well But think you David in a cave Or Davids Son must ever dwell Come see the place where your dear Lord was laid Women your Lord 's not here your Lord is risen Have you forgot Your Lords Own words Or have you not Seek you the Prince of life in this dead prison Run tell the rest and Peter Christ is gone Tow'rds Galilee As he did say With joy and feare away they flee All dapled like the time of day And as they march behold they see the SON O may my Lord thus evermore appear And shine upon Poor me When he Saith get thee gone And unto others of me tidings bear Oh blessed meeting Courtship and devotion All Haile saith he They bow t' his feet Light that forbids us courteous be Was then so dark Christ could not see 't That master taught his schollers no such notion Men 't is observ'd the rising sun adore Christ's risen now And bright Day light Beames from his brow Shall not all worship the Son of God much more The watch mean while bring news of all that 's done To th' Priests within Ev'n that Christ's risen Who seeing him past reach begin To plot how they this truth m' imprison Christs second Grave-stone is a silver one What potent pranks can mighty Mammon shew Powerfull pelf In'ts facts Out acts Ev'n pow'r it self Money can make truth falsehood falsehood true Money betrai'd my Lord to all these wrongs Now they 're devising To keep on foot Something to cloud this bright Suns-rising And 't is large money that must do 't This silver key must turn the souldiers tongues Souldiers are taught a sorry tale to tell Which should methinks Nere slip Their lip But that which chinks So sweetly can make all sound pretty well Say Whilst we keepers slept at th' Sepulcher 's Disciples came And stole him thence Which if the governour shall blame We 'll mediate and make your defence Now hear O Heavens and O Earth give eare Can'st thus O Isr'ell fool away thy Glory Is such a wise Fable Able To blind thine eyes Is this th' authentick yet received story Why souldiers if you slept at th' Sepulcher Whilst that vast stone Was rolling back Which may a Jew believe or none And some by stealth the corps did take I marvaile you could see what men they were Or if you saw the thieves why did you not