Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	believe_v	life_n	sin_n	7,878	5	4.6423	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43384	Select hymns, taken out of Mr. Herbert's Temple, and turn'd into the common metre To be sung in the tunes ordinarily us'd in churches.; Temple. Selections	Herbert, George, 1593-1633.; Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700.	1697 (1697)	Wing H1515A; ESTC R221290	17,526	49

Lovers Lute His narrow Grief will him allow The softer-strain and Rhyme My harsher Sorrows do exclude Both Measure Tune and Time Self-Condemnation To the Tune of Psal. 113. THou who condemnest Jewish Hate For chusing of a Murderer Before a Saviour Lord of Glory Look back upon thy own Estate Call home thine Eye that wanderer That thine own Choice may be thy Story He that doth Love and Love amiss This VVorld before true Christian Joy How doth He make a Jewish Choice The VVorld an ancient Murderer is Thousands it hath and doth destroy VVith her enchanting Looks and Voice 2. He that hath made a sorry VVedding Between his Soul and Gold preferr'd False Gain and Riches before true Hath done what He condemns in Reading Hath Sold for Money His Dear Lord And is Himself a Iudas-Iew Thus we prevent the last great Day And judge our selves that Light which Passion And Sin before did Dim and Choak VVhen once these Snuffs are ta'ne away Shines bright ev'n unto Condemnation And that without Excuse or Cloak Bitter-Sweet To the Tune of Psalm 67. AH my Dear angry Lord Since thou dost Love yet strike Thou dost cast down yet help afford Sure I will do the like I will complain yet Praise Bewail and yet approve And all my other sowre-sweet Days I will lament yet Love The Glance To the Tune of Psalm 100. WHen first thy sweet and gracious Eye Vouchsaf'd in midst of Youth and Night To look on me who lay before In Sin I felt a strange delight Since that Time many a bitter Storm I 've felt which would have quite destroy'd My Soul had the malicious Harm His sway and swing fully enjoy'd But the first Joy sprung from thine Eye Did still so work within my Soul That after all it got the Day And did the surging Griefs controul If the first Glance so powerful be Mirth open'd and seal'd up again VVhat wonders shall we feel at last VVhen thou shalt look us out of Pain VVhen we shall see thy full ey'd Love And that one Heav'nly glorious Light More than a thousand Suns above Shall be disbursing joyful Light Aaron To the Tune of Psalm 100. HOliness written on the Head Light and Perfections on the Breast Harmonious Bells raising the Dead To Life Thus are true Aarons drest But oh prophaneness in my Head Defects and darkness in my Breast A noise of Passions like a Knell Ala poor Priest thus am I drest And yet I have another Head Christ is my only Heart and Breast He is my Musick causing Life In him alone I am well drest Now again Holy in my Head Perfect and Light in Heart and Breast My Doctrine tun'd by Christ who lives In me Come People Aaron's drest Discipline To the Tune of Psalm 67. O Throw away thy Rod And throw away thy Wrath Thou art my Saviour and my God O take the gentle Path. Thou seest my Hearts desire Unto thy Will is bent To nothing I do more aspire Than to a full Consent There 's not a Word or Look That I affect to own But what I have or learn by Book And that thy Book alone And though I fail I weep And though I halt in Pace Yet still I go or rather creep Unto the Throne of Grace Then let thy Wrath remove And Love will do the Deed For with thy Blood and with thy Love These stony Hearts will bleed Thy Love is swift of Foot Thy Love 's a Man of War That is victorious and can shoot And hit our Hearts from far And who can scape this Bow For that which wrought on Thee That brought thee down and made thee low Needs must it work on me O throw away thy Rod And though Man frailties hath Yet we are Creatures thou art God O throw away thy Wrath. The Invitation To the Tune of Psalm 100. COme hither all whose Heart and Taste Savours this Earth Here mend your fare God hath prepar'd and is a Feast In whom alone all dainties are Come hither you whom Love of Wine Hath made you Drink for hurt not good Now weep what you have drunk amiss And cat his Flesh and drink his Blood Come hither all whom Fear and Pain Arraigns and brings your Sins to sight Taste and fear not for God is here Who will on Sin return the fright Come hither all whom Joy destroys And makes you graze without your bounds Here is a Joy that drowns all Joys As doth a Flond the lower grounds Come hither all whom Love exalts And lifts you up unto the sky Here is Love breathing ev'n in Death Which after Death can never Dye Thus Lord I have invited all And still I will invite to Thee For it doth seem but Just and Right That where all is there all should be Desertion To the Tune of Psalm 67. SOul's Joy when thou art gone Which yet sure cannot be Because thou dost abide in me And I depend on Thee Yet when thou dost suppress The Joy of thy abode And in my Power not stir abroad But leave me to my Load Oh what a Damp doth seize My Soul no stormy Night Can so afflict or so affright As thy eclipsed Light Ah Lord do not withdraw Thy Love lest Sin appear And when thou dost but shine less clear Say that thou art not here And then what Life I have When Sin doth rave and boast That I may seek but thou art lost Thou and alone thou know'st Oh what a deadly Cold Doth make me half believe That Sin saith true but while I grieve Thou com'st and dost relieve Death To the Tune of Psalm 100. DEath thou wast once an uncouth thing Hid'ous and nothing else but Bones Mouth open but thou couldst not sing The sad Effects of sadder Groans For we were wont to look on Thee As at some nine or ten Years hence Flesh turn'd to Dust and Bones to sticks After the loss of Life and Sence On this side of Thee we did look We shot too short whence we did find Dust drawing Tears but shedding none The Shells of Fledge Souls left behind But since our Sav'ours Death hath put Some Blood and Vigour in thy Face Thou art much sought for as a good Thou art grown Fair and full of Grace We now behold Thee gay and glad As thou wilt be at Judgment-Day Thy Bones with Beauty shall be clad When Souls shall wear their new aray Therefore we can go Dye as Sleep And safely trust half that we have Making our Pillows Doan or Dust Unto an honest faithful Grave New Testament-Hymns Taken out of Dr. Woodford's PARAPHRASE And Turn'd into the Common Metre The Song of the Blessed Uirgin 1. MY Soul doth magnifie the Lord My Spirit in Him rejoyce My Saviours Praises to Record My Spirit provokes my Voice Nor Soul nor Spirit my Will or Mind Shall in his Praise lye still With Voice and Lyre I 'll all my Powers Summon to shew their skill 2. The Church his Handmaids low Estate He kindly did