Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	dead_a	life_n	5,803	5	4.5981	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A87781	The kings last farevvell to the world or The dead kings living meditations, at the approach of death denounced against him.	Charles I, King of England, 1600-1649, attributed name.	1649 (1649)	Wing K597; Thomason 669.f.13[77]; ESTC R211197	1,364	1

The KINGS Last farewell to the World OR THE Dead KINGS Living Meditations at the approach of Death denounced against Him THrough fear of sharpe and bitter paine by cutting off my dayes No pleasure in my Crown I take Nor in my Royall Rayes I shall discend with grieved heart for none my life can save Unto the dismall gates of death to moulder in the Grave Farewell my Wife and Children all wipe off my brinish teares I am deprived of my Throne and from my future years Farewell my people every one for I no more shall see The wonders of the Lord on earth nor with you shall I bee Mine eyes doe faile and to the earth to worms I must be hurl'd Henceforth no more shall I behold the people of the world My Crown and Scepter I must leave my glory and my Throne Adieu my fellow Princes all I from the earth am gone Mine Age which did approach to me departed is away And as a Shepheards tent remov'd and I return'd to clay And as a Weaver doth cut off his thrum even so my life Must be cut off from people and from Children and from Wife In sighes by day and groanes by night with bitternesse I moane And doe consume away with grief my end to think upon Fear in the morning me assailes Death Lion-like I see Even all the day till night to roare to make an end of me I chattered as the schreeking Crane or Swallow that doth flye As Dove forlorn in pensivenesse doth mourn even so doe I I looked up to thee O Lord but now mine eyes doe faile Oh ease my sad oppressed soule for death doth now prevaile What shall I say to Gods Decree if he would speak I then should live it is a work for God I find no help from men Yet if my life prolonged was my sins for to repent Then softly I would goe and mourn untill my life was spent And all my years that I should live for mine offences foule I would passe o're in bitternesse of my distressed soule O Lord thou hast discovered to me that by these things Men live Through thee Princes do Reign thou swayest over Kings In all things here Gods providence and will alone commands The life of my poore spirit sad is only in his hands Oh that the Lord would me restore my strength then I would give To serve my God in humblenesse whilst he would let me live Behold O Lord when I in peace did look to be restor'd Then was my soule in bitternesse cast off and I abhor'd Yet in the love of God most good his righteousnesse most just Hath throwne me downe into the pit and to corrupted dust Because that I have gone astray and cherisht war and strife My dayes are now cut off and I am quite bereft of life Oh cast my sins behind thy backe good God I humbly pray And my offences with the blood of Christ wash clean away When my dead body is interd I cannot praise thee there Death cannot celebrate the Lord my God most good most deare They that go down into the pit destructions them devoure For in thy truth they cannot hope but perish by thy power The living Lord the living they shall praise thy holy name With all the glorious hoast above and I shall do the same The father to his children here that are of tender youth Shall them forewarn and unto them make known thy glorious truth Forgive my sins and save my soule O Lord I thee intreate And blot out mine offences all for they are very great Receive my soule for Christ his sake my Prophet Priest and King That I with Saints and Angells may eternall prayses sing FINIS 38 Isay Imprimatur T. J. Jan. 31. 1648 LONDON Printed for Robert Ibbitson 1648.