Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	life_n	soul_n	23,154	5	5.3621	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44516	The exercise of prayer: or, A help to devotion Being a supplement to the happy ascetick, or best exercise. Containing prayers and devotions, suitable to the respective exercises with additional prayers for several occasions. By Anth. Horneck D.D.	Horneck, Anthony, 1641-1697.	1685 (1685)	Wing H2825; ESTC R213484	41,978	254

Amen A Prayer for Tuesday-Morning relating to the Meditation prescribed for Tuesday Exercise 3. OLord how wonderful are all thy Works in wisdom hast thou made them ill the Earth is full of thy riches What a Monument am I of thy Mercy How kind hast thou been to this miserable Creature How am I bound to magnifie thy goodness How excellent how great how vast how large how diffusive is it not confin'd to a day not restrain'd to a place not limited to an hour From my Cradle unto this moment I have seen and tasted how sweet and how gracious thou art Thou hast carried me on thy Wings as the Eagle doth her young thorough the various stages of my life what Miracles of Providences have mine Eyes beheld How hath thy Providence been at work for me while I have been asleep while I have been thinking and contriving something else even how to derogate from thy honour and glory Truly Lord thy Mercy and Patience ought to be my Song in the house of my Pilgrimage This I have reason to boast of to speak of to meditate of day and night by that I subsist by that I am supported fed maintain'd and preserv'd from the clutches of the Devil O let thy Mercy melt my Heart O let Mercy prevail with me to give up my Heart to thee Let mercy and goodness force me to love thee Give me that ingenuity that generous temper that noble Spirit that thy goodness may do more with me than Threatnings and Hell and everlasting Torments Let thy Love and Charity and constant Murificence oblige me to run in the way of thy Commandments Let these be greater motives with me to do thy Will than all the terrours of the burning Lake O let thy Love be of that force in my Soul that I may not be able to resist its motions but by the strength of that may hope believe endure deny my self love and obey thee to the end of my days through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Prayer for Tudsday-Evening GReat Governour and Disposer of the world who hast promised to them that love thee so to order all things that they shall all conspire to their good I am sensible of the good thou hast intended and dost intend me by the various Dispensations mine eyes have seen The various Spiritual and Temporal Blessings that have been conferred upon me what have they been but motives to be enamou'rd with the best of Beings Thou knowest if I depart from thee or love any thing better than thee I run away from mine own happiness and go to undo my self therefore so many various Tokens and Expressions of thy Love are sent to me to unite my Heart to thee to preserve me in thy Fear and to uphold my goings in thy Paths O wise O gracious O bountiful Master kinder to me than I am or have been to my self Let me find the good thou designest for me in thy numberless Blessings even the good of my Soul let that grow stronger under thy Favours warmer in thy Sunshine more fervent under these Beams more flaming with love under these enforcives The very afflictions thou sendest upon me are intended for my good I have found it I have seen it I have known it by experience I have learned Repentance Humility Submission fear of sinning by Afflictions which I should never have learned by Prosperity when I have thought I had great wrong done me by the contempt reproach trouble misery others have thrown upon me thou hast let me see that this was to make me reflect on the affronts and indignities I have put upon thee my best and greatest friend O let me never mistrust thy Providence Whatever befals me let me believe I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living and let me not be disappointed of my hope through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Prayer for Wednesday-Morning relating to the Meditation prescribed Exercise 3 for Wednesday O Thou in whose hand is the power of Life and Death who art immortal invisible Blessed for evermore Before the Mountains were brought forth or ever the Earth and the World were made thou art God from Everlasting to Everlasting thou art he I am a frail dying creature and though I carry an immortal Soul about me yet the Vessel in which that glorious guest abides will soon grow leaky and decay and that must turn to dust and how soon I know not I admire thy wisdom in concealing the Day and Hour of my Death from me I am sensible it 's done to hasten my Repentance to keep me from adding sin unto sin to restrain me from the Vanities of this world to make me think of a better and to secure that happy Life which shall be after Death And O that my death might be ever before me How great are the things that depend upon it Two great Eternities whereof one of them will certainly fall to my share O let my death be my daily Meditation that I may prevent my everlasting death What a miserable creature should I be if my Soul should leave this Body to go into a more dismal Prison from whence there is no returning O make me wise O let me understand what preparation is necessary for that hour teach me to undervalue the World and to mind the things which are above that when I come to die I may die with joy and cheerfully resigne my Soul into the hands of my Creator Let Lust and Pride and Envy and Anger die in me before I die that they may not endanger my Soul after death Let me converse with Death more that I may die to sin more and live more to him that died for me Let the thoughts of death mortifie in me whatever is offensive to thy Holiness In all my actions let me remember my latter end that my death may be my gain and my departure out of the world an entrance into a better through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Prayer for Wednesday Evening O My God to whom belong the issues of Life and Death naked came I from my mothers Womb naked shall I return thither What is my life but a Vapour which appears for a while and then vanishes away O Lord thou hast made this life transitory dangerous short full of misery subject to vanity and as it were a span long and all to make me desire to be dissolv'd and to be with Christ yet how dreadful is death to me How do I tremble at the thoughts of it What should make me so deeply enamour'd with this Life At the best it is a Warfare within are Tumults without are Fightings I am in a continual state of War here with Covetousness with Passion with Pride with Ambition with carnal Lusts with Allurements of the world with suggestions of the Devil when one sin is beaten away another rises when I think I have mortified one Corruption another starts up The Discontents and Vexations the Troubles and the

Disappointments I meet withal are innumerable and can I delight to dwell in such a Valley of Tears surrounded with so many Snares encompassed with so many Dangers Should not this make me desirous to be gone O my God make me willing to leave this world Take away from me the fear of death Why should I fear when my Great Master hath overcome this King of Terrours I will follow my Redeemer I will conform to his Example I will tread in his steps this is my resolution this the firm purpose of my Soul And why should I doubt of his assisting me Why should not I be confident that my death will be a passage from Mortality to Immortality from Corruption to Incorruption from Trouble and Misery to Rest and Tranquillity Death is the way to the Kingdom of Heaven I cannot inherit it except I die Do I long for that Kingdom and shall I be afraid of the way that leads to it I must die O sweet Jesu let me die contentedly Let Death be my choice Let me embrace it before this miserable life that after death I may live with thee for ever Amen A Prayer for Thursday-Morning relating to the Meditation prescribed for Thursday Exercise 3. O God whose Judgements are unsearchable and thy ways past finding out Who art just as well merciful and hast ordained a Dungeon for Rebels as well as a Paradise for the Innocent Horrour is ready to overwhelm me when I reflect on the eternal miseries of the Damned when I think on the unquenchable fire and on the Worm that dies not how should I tremble at the sins that lead men to those torments As eye hath not seen and ear hath not heard and the heart of man cannot conceive the joys of Heaven so I must judge of these future miseries too O dreadful day when God shall take vengeance of his Enemies when not onely all the Pain and Anguish that mankind endures here shall there be poured out on sinners but far greater too How unable am I to endure here the aking of a Tooth the torments of the Gout the misery of the Stone the fire of a Fever the raging of the Cholick the exquisite pain of the Strangury O then what must those miseries be which know no respit no interval no rest no quiet no ease no abatement Where Vengeance will come with a Deluge and not onely the pain of a single Disease will be inflicted but all pains together will meet in the miserable Sufferer Where all things will combine to make him wretched and all his former pleasures turn into Gall and Wormwood And yet how regardless of these miseries does Mankind live How little are they frighted with this Fire How little are they disturbed with this approaching Woe O my gracious Lord suffer me not to fall asleep with the foolish Virgins while the day doth last while I have time to work while I am on this side Eternity let me dread these terrours and the causes of it Whenever I am tempted to offend thee O let these Torments check mine inordinate desires O let me consider how short the pleasure is and how long the bitterness it ends in Surely thou wilt let the disobedient know one day how odious sin is in thy sight and how dangerous it was to abuse thy patience O give my Soul no rest till I firmly believe all this and believing it may escape the wrath to come through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Prayer for Thursday-Evening GReat God whose excellency is over Israel whose strength is in the Clouds who art terrible out of thy holy places who hast a mighty Voice a Voice that will one day shake the world and summon all Mankind to come out of their Graves and to appear before thy Judgement seat What confusion will the wicked and careless world be in when thou shalt with indignation send them away into the fire prepared for the Devil and his Angels where they must be for ever deprived of thy Favour and want thy gracious Influences where their fancy will be eternally affrighted with hideous and monstrous shapes where their Passions will be in a perpetual uproar where the remembrance of their former Mercies will continually sting them where their Reason will be their Tormentor their Conscience their Executioner and yet unable to make an end of them where their Souls will be everlastingly torn with grief and discontent where God will be the object of their Hatred and their minds will not be able to entertain one kind thought of their Judge where their Souls will be like the troubled Sea when it cannot rest and eternal darkness and gloominess make their estate most uncomfortable where no creature pities them and no man no Angel no Devil affords them any consolation O God! can I love my self and not endeavour to prevent this miserable condition O call to me bid me think of it convince me of it Cure my blindness Let Hell be the greatest object of my fear Let me not fear Poverty Contempt Sickness Exile or the unkindness of men so much as this horrible Tempest O let me not grow careless of it because I see it not and I have not as yet felt it Let me therefore dread it that I may never feel it Let not the world drown my thoughts of it Let not my Lusts put it out of my mind Let not the Devil perswade me that I am in no danger I am in danger O let me see it and run away Lord here cut burn torture and afflict me so thou wilt but make me happy for ever O let the King of Heaven hear me when I call through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen A Prayer for Friday-Morning relating to the Meditation prescribed for Friday Exercise 3. GReat Saviour of the world who wast wounded for my Transgressions and bruised for my sins Thou art that innocent and immaculate Lamb which for sinners Enemies and condemned creatures gavest thy back to the Smiter and sufferedst thy self to be beaten crown'd with Thorns mocked derided and inhumanely abused A love fitter to be admired in silence than praised with imperfect expressions How freely didst thou part with thy bloud to save my life and to procure my safety Never was Bloud spilt upon such an account or if there were never was such precious Bloud spilt as thine was bloud which drives away Devils invites Angels cleanses Souls purifies the Tabernacle washes the whole world and opens the Gate of Heaven Who can be so irreligiour as not to be pricked at the heart with the thoughts of thy Passion Who can be so arrogant or proud as not to be humbled with the sight who so cholerick as not to be melted into meekness with the contemplation Who so luxurious as not to be tempted to self-denial with this spectacle O let thy Cross have that effect upon me that I may crucifie my Flesh with all its Lusts and Passions Let thy Charity to thine Enemies prevail with me to do good