Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	hell_n	life_n	soul_n	7,851	5	4.9047	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16762	The mothers blessing	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1602 (1602)	STC 3669; ESTC S104773	11,646	42

An Halleluiah to thy heauenly King Begin with glory to his maiestie Proceed with glorie to his holy name Coutinue glorie to his Deitie And end with glorie to his worthy fame And endlesse be the glorie of the same Begin proceed continue end his story Without beginning neuer ending glory O highest glory in the heau'ns aboue O brightest glory of theau'ns behoue O purest glory before heau'ns to proue O blessed glory aboue heau'ns to loue O louely glory that all loue doth moue O gracious glory that all grace beginneth O glorious glory that all glory winneth Thus my deare sonne sing vnto God thy Lord And sing in tune that heau'ns may ioy to heare And let thy tongue thy heart and soule accord To chaunt it out with such a ioy full cheare That heau'ns may see thou hold'st their master deare And thy true faith may in thy spirit proue The liuing comfort of thy heau'nly loue But if thou doost not serue thy God aright And humbly feare his holy maiestie Thy clearest day will turne to darksome night Thy wealth to want thy wit to vanitie Thine ease to paine ioy to calamitie Thy sweetest musicke to a mournfull quell Thy life to death thy hope of heauen to hell For though a while he suffer thee to thriue And finde on earth a fayned paradies Yet death will come who quickly will depriue Thy sences of the pleasures of thine eies Wherein th' illusion of thy spirit lies And thou wilt be within thy soule so torne As thou wouldst wish thou neuer hadst bin borne A world of woes will ouerwhelme thy heart And fearefull dreames affright thee in the night A thousand torments will encrease thy smart And dreadfull visions will thy soule affright Thou shalt be bard from the eternall light And in the darknesse where all horrors dwell Thy soule shall burne in euerlasting hell Where thou shalt see the mizer-minded-dogge Frie in the furnace of his molten gold The glutton monster and the drunken hogge Gnawing their bones with hunger thirst and cold The murtherer in paines not to be told The leacher so bedight in beastlinesse As kills his soule to see his filthinesse The tyrant tortur'd with those vgly spirits That fed his humour with the thirst of blood The traitor follow'd with those hungry ferits That onely fed vpon the poysned food Of damned soules that neuer did man good The theefe tormented with the shamelesse lyer The swearers mouth all in a flame of fyer The pander and the wicked parasite Shall sup the broath of hellish beastlinesse The heretike in wilfull ouersight Shall feed vpon the froth of foolishnesse Boyld in the fire of all vnfaithfulnesse The Atheist so shall feele Gods vengeance on him That all the plagues of hell shall fall vpon him The vniust Iudge at least if there be any The bribing client of ill conscience The periur'd witnesse whereof are too many The plotting pate of sinfull pestilence The wrothfull spirit of impatience All these shall iustly all their torments beare But God blesse thee from seeing of them there But if thou rightly serue thy Lord and God And day and houre do sue to him for grace When faithfull Truth this world hath ouertrod Thy soule shall flye vnto afairer place Where thou shalt see thy Sauiour in the face And in that face that euerlasting blis In which the brightnesse of all glory is There shalt thou see frō hie the day-light springing Which darksome night hath neuer power to shade There shalt thou heare the Saints Angels singing And all their ditties to his glory made There shalt thou feele the ioyes that neuer fade There shall thy soule more perfect ioyes possesse Then tongue or heart or spirit can expresse There shalt thou see the bounteous richly crowned The gratious Prince in Angels armes embraced The vertuous souldiers with the Saints renowmed The Iudge of Iustice in high honor placed The faithfull witnes in Truthes fauour graced The virgins singing in the Angels quier How patient hopes vnto their heau'n aspire There shalt thou feele the blessed ioy of peace Wherein the life of holy loue doth rest There shalt thou heare the Musicke neuer cease Where Angels voyces euer are adrest In their best tunes to sound his glory best Where euery one a blessed part doth beare God blesse thee sonne to set them euer there Amen FINIS