Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	law_n	sin_n	soul_n	7,986	5	5.4923	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35958	True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms.	Dickson, David, 1583?-1663.	1655 (1655)	Wing D1411; ESTC R32402	12,047	32

not fear But fear may only thine offence whose love be bought so dear And since thou hast me bought so dear why may I not be sure That love which made thee pay my price shall stedfastly endure If I should lean to my free-will or strength I could not stand Oft had I perisht if my life had lyne in mine own hand I wonder not that such as leane to their works will or strength Fit others for and make themself apostasie at length For such do not deny themselves and so not follow thee I chasde am to thee for refuge and so preservde must be Chasde souls are sensible of sin and sensible of wrath And flee from both to thee for life and in thee draw their breath How then can such not persevere and so be sav'd at length Whom thou dost empty of their own and fils with thy fresh strength These are the souls that come to thee whom thou wilt not cast out These souls are drawn and driven to thee whom thou must save no doubt These are thy sheep for whom thou prayes for whose life thou didst die Whom liars shall not long deceive whom non can pull from thee These did thy Father give to thee with this expresse command Son see thou losse not one of those I 'le crave them at thine hand Keep them and make them persevere and lead them all the way Through life and death and raise them up to glory at that day Thou dost accept this charge and pawns thy honour charge to keep Our faithfull Sheepherd well I know not slumber will nor sleep These sin and Law chasde souls thou counts true Isaaks all to be Children of promise styling them and heirs annex'd with thee These are Gods Elect whom he hath predestinat of old And in his councell hath decreed to save as he hath told Whom to assure of endlesse life by his unchang'd decree His truth and oath he laid in pawn in which he cannot ly And swore by his eternall self for greater there was none That of this elect company there should not perish one And though these souls like ship on sea may fearfully be tost And whiles may seem close overwhelm'd yet none such shall be lost Their anker lyes within the vaile no winde can make it drive It lyes where thou art landed Lord and where we shall arrive Now who so saith that thy elect for all this perish may And that thy Saints of purpose call'd from thee may fall away And looses us from leaning on the strength of thy right hand They draw from building on the rock and bids us build on sand They say Peter and Iudas are alike belov'd of thee And that they both for gifts receiv'd alike beholden be As Iudas for his perishing may wyte the love of pelf So Peter his free-will for life may praise and thank himself They say thou knowest not who are thine of none they make thee sure They say the Lords foundation doth not ay firm indure They say thou chooses some to day and casts them off the morn They make thee like vain man to be and do thy counsell scorn They make thee pray for thine Elect and not get thy request Yea though thou for them live for ay to interceed as Priest Gods Elect whom to he gives right to be his sons and heirs They make them want sure right to have the heritage for theirs That Saints till death seduc'd may be and sheep pull'd from thine hand Whom God thee chargd to keep and save to say they do not stand Thy word thy oath thy covenant they make no certaintie Faiths anker they make drive they speak in iubstance blasphemie They make the merchand nothing wise and very short of thought Who pay'd the price and was not sure to have what thou had bought Yea so unwise as for thy sheep thine own life not to spare Whom thou may losse though so dear bought such foolish blocks are rare O wicked thoughts be far from me I know thy love doth last And whom of purpose thou dost call Thy grace doth hold them fast Whom thou dost love for them thou died for whom thou dy'd they live Thy love thy ransoning and heaven all joyntly thou dost give And whosoever hates his sin and sets his love on thee May be assur'd thou lovd'st him first and for his life didst die Now Lord thou knowes I hate my sin and seeks to have it slain Thou that knows all knows I thee love and feels it not in vain Then Lord my love thou wilt allow that I apply thy death And by that means perswaded rest to be exeemd from wrath And well I wot the ransome is sufficient eneugh Me to redeeme from hell and imp me in thee as thy bough For me thou emptied thy self and stood in Fathers aw For me thou emptied thy self and fulfilled the law For me thou took on thee the curse and felt thy Fathers wrath For me oft plunged was thy soul and heavy to the death For which I sinfully did laugh thou mournd and wept full sore For pleasure taken in my sin through grief oft didst thou roar For mine ill words thou silencd was and knew not what to say For mine ill deeds thou Lord was bound condemned and led away Thy ditty were each one my wrongs against both God and man Thy sentence was my due desert for sins whereto I ran These lashes laid upon thy skin those stripes and all thy wounds Were for my souls wounds made with sin O love which thus abounds O thus my love to see thee sad O thus to see thee weep O thus to hear thee grone and pant and cry with sighs cut deep O agony O fearfull sweat O tears O bloody drops How mingled down from cheeks to feet each chasing other hops To see my love for love of me on bloodie shoulders bear That crosse that curse that growing wrath and trembling thus for fear To see almighty God so weak lifes fountain thus to die With shame pain ov'rchargd till heaven wondred and all for me Woes me for all my sins woes me for roots of sin so strong Which have so long time grown in me and like to stick so long Oh help my Love to have them slain Oh here revenge thy death Oh on this ill avenge me too which wrong'd us both so hath Well's me I wot thou wilt anone grant this and each request Anone our joy perfite shall be anone our marriage feast For as thou died for me for me so also didst thou rise And reignes as God and shal me fetch so makes thy Word me wise Fond lovers Tell me now if you have any love like this Come take a share with me my Love wholly spirituall is Come

a Kingdome me allots Thy servants shape and service done from service sets me free And bondage of proud Sathans yoke and sins strong tyrranie Thy lurking thirty years unknown for ever makes me shine With glory far above the reach of subtilest ingine Thy name inrold in sinners book by baptisme makes my name To be inrolde among the Saints even those of greatest fame Thy offring suretiship for me to God at Iordans bank Hath fred me of my sins and hell well's me and God I thank I hear thee say to God Behold me and my children all I hear the Father answer thee I love you great and small I hear thee say Take me for them let me their burthen bear I hear the father cry Content come children come and hear Come hear the Covenant between me and my dearest Son Come give your hearts consent thereto and then your bargan's done I heare thee say Mans due is death I le do thy will O Lord My soul and body both for theirs let suffer I accord I hear thy Fathers voice from Heaven cry lovely Son art thou These all and this and that was I are thine I 'me pleased now I hear him say to all and me Go hear my Son and live He drew I came thou welcom'd me and life I feel dost give Now take me with thee where thou wilt for we must never shed In faith my soul is glew'd to thee lead me as blind are led Crosse Sathans teeth if our way ly and crosse each other foe To Priests to beanch to Golgotha lead me and I will go But lead and leave me not or else I cannot misse to fall If thou do hold me in thy hand I fear no foe at all Thy combats makes me not amazde for what could make me wo Thy victory my conflict makes to be with vanquishde so Thy going to the wildernesse brings me to Saints city Thy fighting all alone makes me fight in thy company Thy being tempted fourtie dayes all my dayes makes me sure Thy presence help and comfort shall with tempted me endure If by some wrong mean I be tempt to fill my natures lust Or God to tempt neglecting means under pretence of trust To help or hazard life some way which God will not allow I see thee still before me Lord my helper heer be thou It s true my flesh doth grieve to think what may thy Saints befall What horrible suggestions and blasphemies withall What shapes and apparitions by night some some by day Yea power of this flesh yet thou So usde my fear do stay Most dangerous of all me thinks when Sathan God to scorn In false religion worship craves and hids both hoof and horn And Angel-like in some mans mouth bids to some Image bow And worldly motives brings thy truth to cause me dis-avow In this case Lord give light that I may Sathan bid avoyd For thousands here for fault of light guild have been and destroide To free me from this ill I know new trouble shall me breed And make the world me persecute with spight in word and deed But so I may thy truth containe and still adhere to thee I fear no persecution nor wickeds injury More hatred can I not then thou no more despised be More chargde with bitter calumniès nor ofter get the lie More scornde and mocked in my face more followed at the back Finger and tongue shut forth withall murgeons that mockers make Lesse welcome where I offer love lesse thanked for good deeds Worse intertaind in my countrey worse furnisht in my needs More friendly handled by my friends and those of mine own blood Then thou was I yea none can be who suffer shall for good What can befall me which did not before befall to thee What more distrest for righteousnesse can I expect to be What ludging lesse then ly thereout what harder bed then rocks What sharper rest then not to sleep or to preveene the cocks What scant or want more then to have no penny in my purse Among such people as me hate and in their heart me curse What greater hunger then to faste and when it s come to eat To send and buy some course peece bread and get no other meat What greater drouth then want a drink in journey at mid-day And for a drink of water call and hear on say me nay What spoil of goods more then to strip me naked to the skin And in my sight divide my cloaths and then to scorn begin What danger more then present death by stones lift up to cast There steep down rocks heer man adjudgd to be thrown down made fast What banisht can I more be then for life chasde heer and there Without a hole to hide my head which even to beasts is rare What prison worse then fall in hands of persecuting Priests Thirsting like Wolves for blood of Saints to grace their godlesse feasts What judgement more unjust then find my party sit as judge And still the lesse fault he can finde the more at me to grudge And if I speak a modest truth to smite me on the face And pull the haire off head and cheeks and all me to disgrace What torment more then pricks thurst in on 's head fourscore at once Yea all the flesh with scourging rent and nothing safe but bones And those so racked in all joynts as sinews none go free But legs and armes asunder spelde hung up and naild on tree And what might seeme to be untouchde thy tender bowels all So burnt as slockning welcome was by vinegar and gall All this thou suffred Lord and more then any can expresse Why should I then be feard for such like suffering more or lesse Thou came to witnesse for the truth and so must all thine do Thou came to suffer for the truth and so must all thine too None follow thee except they be content thy crosse to bear None crownde shall be except they will for truth thy livery wear The truth is limit to thy word thine and none others saw Thy scriptures meaning thou wilt have my rule and thy full law O that I were inclinde to do what duties there are namde Then when I suffer should for truth I coulde not be ashamde And suffer must we else do wrong when men from age to age To chop and change thine ordinance run head-long in a rage And by their own traditions do make thy precepts voide Urging their own will more then thine so lyes thy Law destroide But thou Lord over all declares such worship to be vain And ere we yeeld thy jealousie wills rather we be slain Yea ere we do a needlesse work and weaken little ones We choose our urgers should us sink in deep seas with milstones Then strengthen Lord my faith in thee that flesh I do