Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bear_v	die_v	sin_n	6,507	5	5.1003	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67268	Divine hymns, or, A paraphrase upon the Te Deum, &c. and the Song of the three children, or canticle Benedicite omnia opera, &c. as they are in the Book of common prayer by T. Walker ...	Walker, Thomas, 1658 or 9-1716.; Nicetas, of Remesiana, Saint, d. ca. 414. Te Deum laudamus.	1691 (1691)	Wing W415; ESTC R13384	12,832	40

most agreeable to its Nature wherein if I have at any time fail'd the defect was in my Judgement not in my will I must confess the difficulty of expressing the same sence almost in every Stanza with different Phrases and of concluding each with Three Rhimes to which I at first tyed my self has forc'd me to make use of some words not altogether so fit and proper as I cou'd have chosen if I had not been fetter'd with this threefold chain but yet I hope I have not distorted the sense of any word so far or used any phrase so uncouthly but that a candid interpretation and Poetical liberty may be fairly allow'd to plead my excuse A PARAPHRASE UPON The Te Deum c. WE with our Hearts our tunefull voice will raise In gratefull Hymns to great Jehovah's praise Nor will we any other Gods confess Who all than Him are Infinitely less Thee mighty Father all the world adore Invoke thy Bounty and thy Help implore For Bounty can't exhaust thy endless store When Thou command'st the Angels swiftly run And in their flight out-go the posting Sun Whose splendid faces thô they brightly shine Yet are but darkness when compar'd with Thine They in continual songs resound thy Praise And make the Heavens eccho to their Lays Thee Cherubin and Seraphin proclaim And in such strains as these dilate thy Name Thrice Holy Lord of Hosts what tongue can find Clear language to express the labouring mind When it attempts in fitting words to tell The hidden wonders that in Three-One dwell Thy Fame Thô Heaven 's so high and earth 's so low Does their too narrow limits overflow And thô there were a Thousand Worlds in store Thy spreading Glory still wou'd ask for more Th' Apostles by the World so rudely scorn'd Now with the brightest rays of light adorn'd And in sublimest Bliss exalted High With praises fill the Circles of the Skie The Prophets too who taught thy Heavenly Law And things to come in Dreams and visions saw With clearer eyes view thy resulgent face And all thy winding providences trace Then in an extasie of Joy admire And rend the Heavens in a chanting Quire The Martyrs who a Thousand deaths withstood And swam to Heav'n in Seas of Purple Blood Now with Triumphant Garlands crown'd reherse Thy matchless praise in never-dying verse The fruitfull offspring of their blood they view And then again their Joyfull songs renew Thee Holy Church throughout the World does own Th' Eternal Father of th' Eternal Son He 's truly so not by Adoption Thine But with the same côeval rays does shine None others with him in this Glory share Thy only true and Honourable Heir That worship which we Justly pay to Thee We offer Him upon the bended knee Worship divine supposes Deity One undivided Essence still remains Which Father Son and Holy Ghost contains To Him the Universal Church does sing Who o're the Waters spread his brooding Wing When darkness overlaid the formless Deep And all things in Non-Entity did sleep Before the Sun his Flaming course began Or passive Earth was fashion'd into Man To Him all Hearts which He inspires do bow Who from the Father and the Son did flow In streams which from Eternity did run Like Floods of light from th' Ocean of the Sun Thô He 's the God of comfort and of Love He does the wicked World for sin reprove Thus whilst on Earth she blows Her dying fire 'Till she be mingled with the Heav'nly Quire Does with fresh Songs th' immortal Theme pursue And thus again Her fainting breath renew Enlarge the Gates of Praise shut those of Sin And let th' Eternal King of Glory in O Christ who never didst beginning own But sat'st upon the Everlasting Throne With God the Father happy in that state Before you did the spacious World create And when the noblest creature that was made By Sin and Folly had himself betray'd Thou with compassion view'd his coming Fate And didst the rigour of his Doom rebate And when thou didst th' endearing work begin To expiate the heinous guilt of Sin Thou thy transcendent Glory didst entomb And shroud thy God-head in the Virgins womb Those radiant beams that did surround thy Head Which would have struck frail mortal Nature dead Were with a veil of darksom Flesh o'respread Nor did thy Love the tedious paths decline To which thou didst thy patient Soul resign A Thousand terrors in thy breast did roul And ghastly sights dismay'd thy fainting Soul Such dreadfull Agonies thy body tore That clotted blood sprang from each widened pore But Oh! what tongue can fully represent The grief when nails thy Hands and Feet had rent A sable darkness clad the mourning Skie And even Rocks relented at thy Cry They burst in sunder at that dolo'rous groan Which cou'd not pierce some harder hearts of stone Then for a time thy God-head did retire And left Thee in a painfull death t' expire Then all our Sins on thy strong Shoulders lay But thou like Sampson bore the Gates away And as a Victor marching from the Plain Gover'd with mangled bodies of the slain With Laurel crown'd laden with richest spoil Does then reward his Valiant Souldiers Toil So Thou when death lay vanquish'd at thy Feet In Triumph didst thy faithfull servants meet And thus with smiles and pleasing language greet Your sins no longer shall your Joys delay I 've open'd now to Heav'n th' inviting way To you who 've died e're since the World began And unto ev'ry true believing man Enter the blisful seats of endless Joy Where neither pains nor woe nor fears annoy Thus having all thy weary stages gone Thou didst ascend up to thy Native Throne With Joys surrounded and with glory crown'd With which the Father does not more abound But when the Day of Universal Doom Blest to the good but direful unto some Shall o're the Hills ascend with trembling ray And drive the less affrighting Night away Then with the brightest robes of Light array'd The Sun to Thee will seem but like a shade Thou wilt descend th' Ethereal Trump shall sound Louder than Thunder all the World around And from the dark recesses of the grave And watry bowels of the surging wave Shall summon all the Dead the listning dust Of wicked men as well as of the Just Shall hear and to their fellow Atoms cry Rise up to meet the Judge enthron'd on High Then those who never tasted bitter death Shall in a moment loose their fleeting breath New shapes assume of Glory or of shame And be consign'd to Bliss or endless flame Myriads of Blessed spirits on Thee wait And in a Pompous Train attend thy State Shrill Clarions sound and waving Banners play Whilest thro' the air they cut their easie way The rosie Sun amidst his hasty flight Suspends his course to view th' amazing sight Affrighted then shoots forth such fiery beams That melted Mountains flow in pitchy streams The spangled Heavens and the Sphears above