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	earth_n	life_n	4,047	5	4.4029	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06091	A godly guide of directions for true penitent sinners in these troubled times. That we call to God to be our friend, to think upon our latter end, mans life is short and at no stay wee almost have a dying day, that God may guide us along, to bring us to our heavenly home, where our souls may live and ever rest with heavenly angels that are blest. Tune is, Aim not too high. / by Robert Tipping.	Tipping, Robert.	1670-1696? (1696)	Wing T1306; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[189]	1,509	1

A Godly Guide of Directions for true penitent Sinners in these troubled times That we call to God to be our friend To think upon our latter end Mans Life is short and at no stay Wee almost have a dying day That God may guide us along To bring us to our heavenly home Where our Souls may live and ever rest With heavenly Angels that are blest Tune is Aim not too high by Robert Tipping GOod people all I pray you understand These Verses now which I do take in hand And take good notice I yray you to the end It will put you in mind that God will be you friend There 's little Love in this World to be seen Our Hearts doth swell with malice evermore It is a great wonder for our grievous sin God does not strike us with some grievous sore There was never so much swearing in this Land And taking of gods sacred name in vain It hurts our peace and does destroy our Land And sore offends our gracious God of Heaven It is a grievious thing if people would but mind To think how sinful in this land we be God give us grace that we may mind in time And beg for pardon on our bended knee What innocent blood by Villains has been shed 〈…〉 In use to bring Gods Iudgement on our head But still his mercies they are manifold Good Lord that people would but live more civil And serve the Lord in most loving way And forsake the Sin of Pride that is so evil That God may be our friend both night day 'T is not the pride of Cloths but the pride of Heart That hurts a man or Woman I do say The Lord takes notice of the inner part Therefore good people wee had need to pray And let love and charity be more in use And serve the Lord keep the Sabbath-day O then there would not be so much abuse But mend our lives I say then every way The holy Bible shews us every ways It was for sin the world before was drown'd If we understand but what the Scripture saith 〈…〉 Our Saviour bids us if we be relest Come with penitent heart our souls shall make a show And come to him and he will give us rest If they were as red as scarlet hee 'l make them as white as 〈◊〉 There 's many never thinks of serving God For many sudden death there is truely But runs on in sin untill they be struckned dead And as the tree doth fall so it will lye You see what warning-pieces God hath sent By fire and sword and sickness for our sins To turn our hearts that we may all repent Yet to mend we 're loth for to begin Let 's leave our si ns pray for spiritual Grace To trim our lamps to fill them up with Oyl Our dying day is coming on a pace Then God will give A blessing to our Souls Gods mercy it is great we may be sure If we with penitent hearts can but repent If we with patience can our Cross indure In Health or Sickness truely be content And le ts be careful how our time we spend And love our Neighbour and relieve the poor Whatever we do that God may be our Friend Gods mercies they will bless us and our Store Now all good people I say no more but this Lets live in Love while this Life doth endure Let every one mend what is amiss Gods love is to those people to besure Our time is short we have not long to stay But yet le ts strongly stand upon our guard God give us grace to mind our latter day That our souls in Heaven may have a good reward Concluding of these verses now in print God bless us all ever to our death That all may understand what here is in t When he is pleas'd that we shall loose our Breath The oldest man that ever lik'd o th earth Had but his time he at the last did dye We must stoop to death leave this life at last Let us work for Heaven and Heavenly Eternity Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pye-Corner