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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	sin_n	sin_v	13,883	5	9.2456	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63574	Grapes from Canaan, or, The believers present taste of future glory expressed in a short divine poem, the issue of spare hours, and published at the request, and for the entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments.	Taylor, Francis, 1590-1656.	1658 (1658)	Wing T280; ESTC R20740	35,830	120

Henceforth can pluck me from my Saviors arms In Heaven there shall be a Vindication of Names THough Saints a conscience here void of offence Towards God man have yet their innocence By poysoned arrows of malitious words Oft wounded is which sharper are than swords The Devil that old serpent sticks not to Spit out his venome at the godly through The mouths of wicked men if he can't smite Their consciences with his keen darts and fright Their souls into dispair he then will put A dead flie in their names which oft doth cut Them to the very heart the saints we see Unto the world oft times decipher'd be In a sad manner who can e're express How strangely saints look in the Devils dress Job to the world was represented by His Friends as one stain'd with hypocrisie Saint Paul was stiled a seditious man When he to publish heavenly truths began The marks of Christ he in his body did Not only bear but in his name beside Yea Christ himself who blessed is for ever Was called of the people a deceiver And still the Devils instruments assay The saints in ugly colours to pourtray A hainous sin no doubt 't is to defame A christian by bespattering his good name It is no less than murther rather he Would lose his life than 's credit soyl'd should be Who so his neighbor wounds in 's reputation For it can never make him reparation Flaws in mens credit are like blots in white Paper which one can hardly fetch out quite Or if the wound it self should cured be Some skar to their perpetual obloquie Would still remain in fine they do defame The God of saints who blast the saints good name Believers have Gods picture on their hearts And he that casteth his malitious darts Against it or prophanely spits upon 't Offers to God himself no small affront Well either God the innocence will clear Of his Elect while they do sojourn here when graceless-men them with their tongus do smite Their righteousness hee 'l bring forth as the light Or else without all peradventure at The day of Doom their names he 'l vindicate Though troublers now of Israel stiled they be The day shall come when their integritie By him shall be proclaim'd who only knows The hearts of men and can their thoughts disclose The dust that here upon their reputation Was thrown by men of evil conversation Shall then be wiped off and they no more Shall loaded be with scandals as before The credits then of those shall be redeem'd Of whom the world so basely here esteem'd For names Jehovah who is great and good Shall inquisition make as well as blood And then the saints shall such a luster gain As no polluted breath can ever stain Then God himself the stone of obloquie Which here below on their good names did lye Estsoons shall roul away and they out from Among the pots immediately shal come Where they were black'd and sulled and shal be No more traduced to eternity They then must needs appear without a blur When God himself is their compurgator The Graces of the Saints shall be perfect in heaven HEre Grace to silver may resembled be Which hath some dross blent with its purity But when 't is coined in the heavenly mint No mixture of corruption shall be in 't When we 're advanc'd to the caelestial throne Grace shall be flowr'd into perfection It then most certainly refin'd shall be Into the highest power and purity This contemplation should unto a saint Be very sweet our love hath here I grant Its winter in our breasts but it shall be As fire ad octo in eternitie No smoak of imperfection shall obscure That radiant flame or render it impure Our graces in such orient colours there As never can be soyled shall appear There grace shall want no measure no degree But to eternity shall perfect be It may be here compared to a star Imprison'd in a cloud but when we are Once fixed in the firmament one high It like the sun in a most glorious skye Shall then appear and there a regal crown Of rare and matchless beauty shall put on In fine 't is manifest in sacred story That grace shall then be swallow'd up in glory THE BEAUTY AND BLESSEDNESS OF Glorified Bodies WHile we 're on Earth our earthly tabernacle Is of infirmities the receptacle Physicians find with all their art and skill Enough to do to piece't up for a while Our house of clay like to a picture is That 's out of frame or like an edifice That wants repair how soon each sudden blast Of sickness doth its strength and beauty wast How often is the heaven-born spirit pent Up in a most deformed tenement To rotten wood the body may indeed Be likened where like worms diseases breed But yet this piece of clay bespangled shall With glory be above in heavens VVhitehall No Feaver there or Plurisie shall be No wound distemper or deformity But all the issues of infirmity That here beset the holiest saints shall dry Up in illustrious splendour there for aye With greater beauty God shall them array Then that of Phoebus when it shines most bright And blaz'ned is in its meridian light There Leah shan't complain of her blear eyes Nor ag'd Barzilla of infirmities Whither the bodies glory doth rebound From the souls blessedness and so redound By a continued constant influence Upon the body with much diligence I shall not here enquire or whether by Jchovahs powerful hand originally In the reformed body 't is implanted This in the general is on all sides granted That in the morning of the resurrection It shall be raised up in great perfection And like the glorious Body of our dear Saviour in heavenly splendor shall appear Which is a happiness most excellent Superlative and supereminent Glorified BODYES immortal DEath is the bitter and accursed fruit Of sin a worm still feeding at the root Of our decaying Gourds but when we die Our mortal puts on immort alitie As 't was with Adam in his innocence Had not sin stript him of his excellence Such harmony between each quality There of his Body was that probably Of life he never should have been bereaven But have translated been to th' highest heaven Indeed by Bellarmine it is averr'd That Adam dy'd had though he ne're had err'd But there 's no ground for this assertion in The sacred scripture to be found there sin Is made the formal cause of death however Death our bodies glorified shall never Dominion have but they by heavens decree Are made as long liv'd as eternity That God who Manna made some ages past Hundreds of years'th ' golden pot to last Shall so consolidate the body by His soveraign power that it shall never die But with impossibility of ever Perishing shall in blisful state persevere Heavenly Bodies impassible SOul grinding sores Jobs Body soft and tender Invaded and therein did worms engender And every worm was actuated by A