Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	angel_n	soul_n	zion_n	28	3	8.5993	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06420	A very godly song, intituled, The earnest petition of a faithful Christian, being clerk of Bodnam, made upon his deathbed, at the instant of his transmutation. To a sweet solemn tune.		1688-1689? (1689)	Wing V277; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[544]	1,284	2

A very Godly SONG intituled the Earnest Petition of the faithful Christian being Clerk of Badnam made upon his Deathbed at the Instant of his Transumation To a sweet solemn Tune NOw my painful eyes lie rowling And my passing-Bell is towling Towling sweetly I lye dying And my life is from me flying Grant me strength O gracious God For to endure thy heavy Rod Then shall I rejoyce and sing With Psalms unto our heavenly King. Simeon that blessed man Believed Christ when he was come And then he did desire to dye To live with him Eternally Christ wrote me a strong Salvation By his bitter death and passion He had wash d and ma●● me c ean That I should never sin again Grievous pains doth call and cry O Man prepare thy self to dye All my Sins I have lamented And to d●e I am contented Silly Soul the Lord receive thee Death is come and life must leave thee Death wi l t●r●y no mans leasure Then farewel all earth●y pleasure In this world I nothing crave But to bring me to my Grave In my Grave while I lye sleeping Angels have my soul in keeping When the bells are for me ringing Lord receive my soul with singing Then shall I be free from pain To live and never dye again While the worms corrupting breed on Wait my noisome Corps to feed on My fervent soul this prison loathing Craves a Robe of Angels cloathing Farewel world and worldly Glory Farewel all things transitory Sion Hill my Soul ascendeth And Gods Royal throne attendeth Farewel Wife children small For I must go when Christ doth call And for my death be ye content When I am gone do not lament Now the Bell doth cease to toul Sweet Jesus Christ receive my soul O God which did the world create Hear a poor sinner at the Gate Thou that from death didst set me free Remit my sins and shew mercy O thou that caus'd thy blessed Son Into this Vniverse to come Thy Gospel true for to fulfill And to subdue Sin Death and Hell. Grant for his sake that dy'd on tree On the blest Mount of Calvary That I being grieved for my sin Might by repentance Heaven w●n The Gospel saith who so believe To them wilt thou a blessing give Amongst which number grant me faith That to believe the Gospel saith Which to believe grant that I may Though here I dye yet live for aye Then saviour sweet remit my si● And grant me faith that life to win And since thy death a price most great Hath bought us here I do intreat To give me Grace thy name to praise Both now and evermore always For by thy death my soul is free From Hell which still by thy decree To sinners all for sin is due Vntil thy Son our Saviour true Did vanquish by almighty power Death Hell and all that could devour My sins O Lord I do confess Like sands in Seas are numberless Yet though my sins like scarlet show Their whiteness may exceed the snow If thou thy mercy do extend That I my sinful life may mend With mercy thy blest word doth say At any time obtain I may If power and grace in me remain From carnal sin for to restrain Then give me grace Lord to abstain Fro ● sin that I may still remain With thee in heaven where angels sing Most joyfully to thee our King. God grant O Christ that when I dye My ●●ul with thee immediately May have abode among the blest And live for ever in true rest Printed for W Thackeray in Ducklane