Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bless_a	life_n	lord_n	4,841	5	3.6009	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17231	A true description of the passion of our Sauiour Iesus Christ as it was acted by the bloodie Iewes: and registred by the blessed Euangelists. In English meetre by Iohn Bullokar, Calend. Nouemb. 1618.	J. B. (John Bullokar)	1622 (1622)	STC 4085; ESTC S117069	12,475	36

For God so lou'd the world that now he gaue His onely Sonne from sinne the same to saue Who Lambe-like mild in league with heau'ns decree Folding earth-dwellers in as deare embrace Would pleading for himselfe repulsed be That for vs praying he might still find grace O rare obedience perfect zeales true signe How much owe we for this great loue of thine But now he riseth from the dewie ground To visit his Disciples left distrest And finds them all securely sleeping sound When waking Peter heauy as the rest O Simon art thou now asleepe quoth he What couldst thou not watch one bare houre with me As he would say Wert thou of selfe-accord So prodigall of vowes with timelesse speed And do'st so soone neglect thy helplesse Lord In drowsie slumber at his greatest need Ill canst thou in my safegard spend thy blood That wilt not wake to do thine owne soule good Not so false Iudas who for pettie gaine Sleepes not a winke this night nor can forbeare Postes round the waked streetes cals vp his traine Sollicits helpe seekes armour euery where Marshals his Band himselfe and thinkes a yeere Till he may come to apprehend me here O shame that Satans slaues so forward are In acting mischiefe that shall bring damnation And you to saue your soules deuoid of care O watch and pray therefore lest ill temptation Oppresse your faith the spirit faine would do it But that weake flesh is hardly brought vnto it Not yet through-wak't he leaues thē slumbring stil And fraught with feares departs againe to pray Impulst by weaknesse of his humane will O Father if this cup in no wise may Passe by vnlesse the potion worke in me Thy heauenly pleasure let performed be Thus this good Shepheard iealous of his sheepe Whom rauening Wolues he knowes will soone molest Watches with care whilst they securely sleepe And sighes alone that they in peace may rest Not sparing to ingage his proper life To saue them all from slaughtring butchers knife His prayer ended he returnes againe And finds like comfort that he found before They still slept hard vnable to refraine One minutes rest and which did grieue him more So carelesse of the former words he spake Quite vnprouided what excuse to make O now what horror in this soule doth dwell ●aked of helpe forsaken all alone ●●ught by his bloodie foes assail'd of hell ●etraid or else neglected of his owne Giuen vp by heau'n to die with painfull shame And bare the burden of all sinners blame ●wake my soule run forth with ioy and dread 〈◊〉 to this garden where thy Sauiour lies ●●ere shalt thou see the Booke of life wide spred ●ith lessons stor'd of heauenly mysteries There shalt thou see thy truth thy strength thy food Thy way thy life thy light and all thy good ●here shalt thou see the way of patience ●he Sun-bright lampe of burning charitie ●he perfect patterne of obedience ●he mirrour of profound humility The root of loue the goale of vertues race The salue of sinne and fulnesse of Gods grace ●here shalt thou see the strength of Israels weale ●●at valiant Dauid thy most louing God ●●est to the fight arm'd all in fiery zeale ●●rning with hot desire to spend his blood And wash away the foule opprobrious blot That threats vile bondage if he succour not Emboldened with exceeding loue of thee Here in these paled lists alone he stayes Expecting till his foes arriued be Meane while accumulating sundry wayes With willing mind to his al-ready store Such paines as neuer flesh did feele before O with what sorrow did the nobler part Of his pure soule where Reason hath her seat Pity th' inferiour where weake Sense doth smart How faithfully for it did he intreat Vntill at last concorded both in one They ioyntly cride Father thy will be done Yet though this blessed Vnion did gain-say Detract of time whereto faint flesh aspires From the Disciples he departs away And to his praying place againe ●et●es And there the third time doth with teares implore Vsing like words as he had vsde before When lo an Angel gliding through the ayre Appeares to him from starrie Region sent Which makes him for a while desist his prayer To hearken what this heauenly Herald meant Who nearer comes with sweet speech comforteth His fainting Lord against dismay of death Sweet Iesu how art thou deiected now From sublime glory to disgrace and feare Most true it is the Prophet spake That thou Art somewhat lower made then Angels were Since in thine agonizing languishment To comfort thee an Angel downe is sent See see O Angel how thy Maker lies Below and here on earth afflicted sore Whom plac't in maiestie aboue the skies With feare and reuerence you do all adore Wonder of wonders the like neuer done How can thine eyes endure to looke thereon Can riuers adde vnto their fountaines slow Through whose supply those streames they haue do runne Can branches helpe the quickning root to grow Or pale-fac't Moone lend light vnto the Sunne How canst thou Angel comfort then his mind In whom thy selfe dost all thy comfore find But this O man must needs on thee be laid Whose fleshes frailtie and sinnes earned smart Doth with surcharging horror so inuade That euen almost forgetting his best part His Godheads power be sdaines not in this dread Of his owne creature to be comforted And yet alas this comfort could not cure The death-sicke dolours of his wounded heart But now the time grew on his body pure Vnto the dreadfull Crosse must needes depart And rising vp he thus to them did say The man was neere that should their Lord betray No sooner had our Sauiour told this newes But straight the traitorous Iudas with a kisse Betraid his Lord and Master to the Iewes A cruell act which lost eternall blisse The sands on shore in number are not told His sundry faults passe number to vnfold O let me breathe before I do proceed Surcharging loads will craue a little rest The grants are small to them that stand in need That will not bring some comfort to their brest And he that writes what doth in wicked lurke Shall breathe him twice before he end his worke Looke how the Sea-fowles on a stormy day Do flocke themselues about the Ocean shore As thicke as Leaues when Summer fleetes away So throng these Iewes vnto him more and more Cruell reward he ought to them good will And they like traitours sought his blood to spill ●●en from the Garden they their Master brought 〈◊〉 to the Priests and Elders of their crue ●●ey bore false witnesse there his life they sought ●ch cride that death should be his onely due Labouring indeed as much as in them lay To take the Life of liues their Lord away ●●d then from thence they drag'd him to his death ●●en to the Crosse they nail'd his hands and feet ●●en did they stop their blessed Sauiours breath ●●en did they him with scornefull titles greet And now the Scripture true is brought to passe For he amongst the wicked counted was 〈◊〉 now the houre of death being fully runne ●●e heauens were darke he to his Father cries 〈◊〉 God my God why dost thou leaue thy Sonne ●●d ending so his soule from bodie flies A happy death since death doth make vs liue And blest be He that blessed life doth giue FINIS