Selected quad for the lemma: city_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	holy_a	jerusalem_n	temple_n	4,467	4	7.9697	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05590	The gushing teares of godly sorrovv Containing the causes, conditions, and remedies of sinne, depending mainly upon contrition and confession. And they seconded, with sacred and comfortable passages, under the mourning cannopie of teares, and repentance. By William Lithgovv.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1640 (1640)	STC 15709; ESTC S108580	48,504	102

turne a stumbling block We were but twelve and one hath him betraide And I as worst have sworne I knew him not Mov'd by the voice of a weake womans throat O! that a Drudge should thus prevaile 'gainst me Who serves for wage to him the Altar serv'd A slendrer weed could no poore Hireling be And yet o're me shee triumphs I have swerv'd This was Gods will and now it s come to passe To show my weaknesse with a weaker lasse It s strange two Drudges made me falter thrice With quivring oathes and shivring words deny The Lord of life How could such hounds surprise My sted fast love and not with him to die No Judge controll'd me yet two slavish snakes Fill'd me with feare with it my Lord forsakes How fraile was I and fragile to succumbe Mine hopes unto such Wranglers void of grace I might have silence kept and so sit dumbe Till Cajaphas had tryde me having place But I a Weakling to a stragling sound Forsooke my vow and did my selfe confound A silly fisher wretch no lesse he thought Was I when God from slaverie did me call And now to shrunke infirmitie am brought Worse then Judaick law from Christ to fall Who me select'd to leave my nets and when He said Thou shal'st a fisher be of men How shall I answer make what shall I doe His sighs thus sobd for groanes and melting eyes Were all his words Or what 's my kindred too So base neare Sydon borne that my degrees By birth were nought but fisher men and fooles The scumme of Nature liv'd by warbling tooles Was I a chosen Vessell thus to shrinke When erst in Gethsemane my sword I drew And now beginnes to flatter lye and winke Yea failes and falls with words and oathes untrue I might have with my fellow flyers fled But I would follow and forsake my Head Love bade me venter feare bade me stay back Faith forcelesse fled a farre I followed on him Poore fainting I though forward now falls slack I went to see what doome they gave upon him Where courting Cajaphs fire O snaring sinne Warming without too cold I grew within I might have fled to hide me in some cave But curious I would swallow shame and feare Could I sustaine his crosse his death and grave To suffer that which nature could not beare All helpfull he would he crave help unto it Nay fond was I to thinke that man could do it Alone would he O! all sufficient he Straight undergoe his fathers hote displeasure Both God and Man our Lord behovd to be So weighty was that wrath laid up in treasure For sinfull man but he all-conquering he Triumph'd o're Hell got us the victorie My Lord but spoke Whom seek yee O strong power And backwards fell the Sergeants on the ground He knew confess'd it was their time his houre For so his love to mankinde did abound That as by Man all flesh accursd should dye Even so by Man all should redeemed bee Was I not witnes to his word and deed His miracles and mercies workes of loue The Dumbe did speake the Deaf did heare the dead Hee raysd to lyfe the Criples straight did moue The Palseyes Paraliticks withred hands Hee helpd and heald the blynd their sight commands Was hee not Christ the Lambe the sonne of God! Whom I confessd even face to face afore My soules Messias who bore that heavy loade Of Indignation sinners to restore Both sacrifice and Sacrificer plight A wondrous mercy set before my sight For which vile worme how could my lips deny The Lord of glore my life my love my light VVas he not there and was not I hard by VVhen that his looke gave me this sorrowing night Yet when my soules sharpe eyne saw what was done My carnall eyes in floods of teares did runne Faith wrought repentance grace laid hold on grace My bitter streames like brine extreamly gush'd I wrung my hands and knock'd my breast apace VVhilst sighes sad sobs from deep-fetchd groanings rushd Then joy appeard my conscience was assurd The fault was pardond and my soule securd Thus Peter shrunke his soule was humbled low Not like to Popes who his succession claime He sorrowing fell and made contrition show That he had faild So did himself disclaime From first election and from former grace And causd remorse give sad repentance place Then teares O bitter teares relenting woes And airie vapours from salt-raining eyes Made windy sighes and trembling groanes disclose His lip-lost fall the cause of his unease Thus teares are blest which godly sorrow brings Each drop doth serve thy soule to heaven for wings Though teares distill and trickle downe thy cheeks So vanish quite and seeme to thee as lost Their aire ascends thy heart to God then speaks He harbours all and is a gracious host The Font he loves and that 's remorse for sinne VVhich his grace works before thou canst beginne Lord frame my vvill to thine and forme my heart To serve and feare thee magnifie thy name In this obedience thou mayst grace impart For from thy favour I must comfort claime Grant me thine invvard peace refresh my minde With sparkes of love let sighs thy mercy finde All Mortals are by nature miserable Then mourning is the habit vve should vveare Who sinne deplores his case is comfortable Yet none can shunne prest natures sorrovving feare Flee vvhere thou vvilt thou shalt not finde reliefe Though thou changst place thou canst not change thy grief This life is but a Font of springing teares Weeping vvee come into this vvorld vvith cryes And vveeping vve go out fraught full of feares There 's nought but sorrovv in our journey lyes For vvhilst vvithin this vaile of teares vve bide We 're load vvith mourning griefe is Natures guide Jacob been ask'd by Pharo of his age Reply'd that fevv and evill vvere the dayes Of his abode in fleshly pilgrimage He gave this life no better stile nor praise Then sure vve're strangers vvandring here and there On this vvorlds stage each acting lesse or mair Nay vve are pilgrimes here tost to and fro There 's no place permanent on earth belovv Our dvvelling is above then let us goe To th' heavenly Canaan vvhere all joyes flovv Jerusalem Jerusalems above A glorious staunce vvhere sits the King of love It s not Judeas citie built with hands The holy grave and Calvarie containes With Moriah where Sal'mons Temple stands Nor Sions seat where Davids Towre remaines Nor Pilats Hall with farre moe relicks rare This City is eternall great and faire Nor is it compass'd with Jehosophat ●nd on the south with strait Gehinnons valley Nor on the north with Ennons den halfe flat Nor wall'd about lest Arabs it assaillie This Citie is impregnable and more It s fenc'd about with everlasting power ●deed like Olivet it overtops ●his squink Hebraick citie and excells ●llearthly Mansions which destruction lops ●ith fatall ruine O what sounding knells Fall from this