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	people_n	zion_n	42	3	9.0677	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A76624	Daveidos: or, a specimen of some of David's psalms in English metre With remarks upon the late translators, by Mr. John Phillips.; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Selections.	Phillips, John, Mr.	1698 (1698)	Wing B2610A; ESTC T191036	18,640	63

not saved those That bare me causeless hate Then let my Foes pursue my Soul Not knowing whom to trust Let them tread down my Life to Earth My Honour to the Dust Else Lord arise and in thy Wrath Against my Foes appear That thy confirmed Promises My Innocence may clear Then shall thy People worship Thee To quiet Peace restor'd Oh! therefore for thy People's sake Advance thy Strength O Lord. Nor do I fear but thou wilt give Just Sentence on my side When Thou my clear Integrity And Righteousness hast try'd Second Part. Confound O Lord ungodly Men That vent their Spleen in vain But guide the Just and make thy ways Unto their Footsteps plain For tho' the secret Bosom hides Our Thoughts from Mortal Eye Yet like unfolded Leaves all Hearts Before Thee open lie Therefore will I in God alone For Aid and Succour trust Who stil preserves the Righteous And still protects the just Jehovah is a righteous Judge And patient in his Power Suffering the Wicked to provoke His Anger every Hour But if the Wicked will not turn From Sin 's alluring Charms He whets his Sword and bends his Bow His Sin-revenging Arms. Chas'd by such Instruments of Death No place shall give them Rest He makes his Arrows sharp to pierce The Persecutor's Breast Behold they travel all in vain Their Mischief to bring forth For Mischief is the thing conceal'd Tho' Folly be the Birth Deep Pits they dig in hopes to catch The Righteous there betray'd But reel themselves into the Grave For others Ruin made For on their own forsaken Heads Their plotted Mischiefs fall And while they studie to revenge Feel Vengeance first of all Therefore with Thanks will I extol The pleader of my Right And his protecting Truth in Songs Of Lasting Praise recite PSALM VIII O Lord our God how ought the World Thy wondrous Name to prize For thou thy Glory hast advanc'd Above the starry Skies The tender Babes and Sucklings crie In witness of thy Fame And to the Heav'n-contemning Crowd Thy Providence proclaim While I the Heav'ns behold the work of thy Almighty Hand The Moon and Stars in order fix'd By thy divine Command Then deeply reasoning with my Soul I these discourses make Oh! what is Man that thou hast wrought Such wonders for his sake For little lower in degree Then happy Angels plac'd Thou hast his Rare Seraphic Form With Heav'nly Beauty grac'd O're all the Works that Thou hast made He beareth lordly Sway All Creatures with submissive Awe His ample Power obey The profitable Sheep and Ox To hardy Toil decreed And all the Beasts that in the Field Or in the Desart feed The winged Fowl and lesser Fish That in the Rivers keep With all the larger Fry that haunt The secrets of the Deep Therefore O Thou o'er all the World Chief Lord and Governour How powerful is thy wondrous Name How wonderful thy Power PSALM IX WITH my whole Heart will I sing praise Unto the Lord our God The noble Acts which thou hast done Will I declare abroad I will be glad I will rejoyce In Thee O thou most High And in my Hymns thy blessed Name For ever magnifie For thou hast put my Enemies To ignominious flight That they with shame before Thee fall And languish at thy sight Thou by thy Power hast still maintain'd my just and righteous Cause Commanding from thy starry Throne Obedience to thy Laws Thou hast rebuk'd the Heathen's Rage and wicked Men destroy'd Their Name is perish'd from the Earth Of all remembrance void Insulting Enemies no more Your desolations boast For like the Cities ye laid waste The Fame of you is lost But he that dwells above the Stars For evermore shall Reign He hath prepar'd his Royal Throne True Judgment to maintain To all the Nations of the Earth Will he his Truth declare His chosen People unto Him For Justice shall repair The sure Protector of the Poor Will he at length appear In time will he the sad Complaint Of their Affliction hear And therefore they that know thy Name Shall on thy Help depend For still on them thy Guarding Power Ne're faileth to attend Second Part. Sing praises therefore to the Lord That doth in Sion dwell Unto the People all his Works In Songs of Wonder tell He strictly searches for the Blood Of them that are opprest And bears in mind the Poor's complaint Until they be redrest Have mercy on me O my God In pity of my grief Behold how near the Gates of Death I beg thy swift Relief That rescu'd so on Sion Hill Thy praise I may set forth And thy Salvation loudly sing In Songs of sacred Mirth Sunk are the Heathen in the Pit For others Ruin made Their Feet are taken in the Net which they in secret laid Oh! Justice still to be admir'd By just Examples taught For still the wicked dig the Snares In which themselves are caught Headlong to the forgotten Grave Ungodly Men descend Untimely Death mows down the proud That against Heav'n contend For always will he not forget The Poor when they complain Nor shall the Humble in Distress For ever wait in vain Up Lord and let not Man prevail ' Gainst thy Celestial might But on the Heathen take revenge So guilty in thy fight Let them in dread of Thee despair That in their deep distress They then may know themselves but Men And Thee their Lord confess PSALM X. WHy so far distant from us Lord Dost thou conceal thy Face Now that our Troubles most require The Comfort of thy Grace For wicked Men the vexed Poor Of all their Peace deprive But Lord confound them in the Plots Which they themselves contrive They boast of all their Hearts desire With Power and Riches stor'd In friendship with the Covetous They scom the living Lord. Such is their Pride that after God Their Folly never sought And hold the knowledge of his Name Not worthy of a thought They prosper in their wicked ways And from their scornful Eyes So far remote thy judgments are That they thy power despise He faith in his deceived Heart What cause have I of dread For I shall never now be mov'd Nor danger reach my Head His Mouth is full of vile Untruth And cursed Blasphemy Under his Tongue Deceit and Fraud Like poys'nous Adders lye In private Villages he waits To slay the Innocent In secret Holes his leering Eyes Against the poor are bent He lurketh as a Lyon lurks The humble to defeat And merciless devours the Poor Entangl'd in his Net With curteous Bow and lowly Cringe He bends his treacherous Knee Thus falls the Poor in heaps betray'd By smooth Hypocrisie Then in his wicked Heart saith he God has forgot their Cries He shall for ever vale and hide Their misery from his Eyes Second Part. Now then arise O God arise Lift up thy Potent Hand And succour thy afflicted Poor That have so long complain'd Wherefore should wicked Men blaspheme And thus thy power