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	sting_n	14,375	5	12.1860	5	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02769	The synagogue, or, The shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633. Temple.	1640 (1640)	STC 12898; ESTC S103894	10,698	37

me then What I shall doe Lord of my life me thinks I heare thee say That labour 's eas'd The fault that is confest is done away And thou art pleas'd How can I sinne againe and wrong thee then That do'st relent And cease thine anger straight as soon as men Doe but repent No rebell Thought for if thou move againe I 'le tell thee too The Losse THe match is made between my love and me And therefore glad and merry now I 'le be Come Glorie crowne my head and pleasures drowne my bed of thornes in downe Sorrow be gone delight and joy alone befit my honey moone Be packing now you comb'rous Cares and Feares Mirth will allow no roome to sighs and teares Whilst thus I lay as ravisht with delight I heard one say so fooles their friends requite I knew the voyce my Lords and at the noise his words did make arose I lookt and spied each where and lowdly cry'd my deare but none reply'd Then to my griefe I found my love was gone Without reliefe leaving me all alone The Search WHither oh whither is my Lord departed What can my Love that is so tender hearted Forsake the soule which once he thorow darted As though it never smarted No sure my Love is here if I could finde him He that fils all can leave no place behinde him But oh my sences are too weak to winde him Or else I doe not minde him Oh! no I mind him not so as I ought Nor seek him so as I by him was sought When I had lost my selfe he dearely bought Me that was sould for nought But I have wounded him that made me sound Lost him againe by whom I first was found Him that exalted me have cast to th' ground My sinnes his bloud have drown'd Tell me oh tell me thou alone canst tell Lord of my life where thou art gone to dwell For in thy absence heaven it selfe is hell Without thee none is well Or if thou beest not gone but onely hidest Thy presence in the place where thou abidest Teach me the sacred art which thou providest For all them whom thou guidest To seek and finde thee by Else here I 'le lye Vntill thou finde me If thou let me dye That onely unto thee for life doe cry Thou dyest as well as I. For if thou live in me and I in thee Then either both alive or dead mu●t be At least I 'le lay my death on thee and see If thou wilt not agree For though thou be the judge thy selfe I have Thy promise for it which thou canst not wave That who salvation at thy hands doe crave Thou wilt not faile to save Oh! seek and finde me then or else deny Thy truth thy selfe Oh! thou that canst not lye Shew thy selfe constant to thy word draw nigh Finde me Loe here Ilye The Returne LOe now my love appeares My teares Have clear'd mine eyes I see 'T is he Thanks blessed Lord thine absence was my hell And now thou art returned I am well By this I see I must Not trust My joyes unto my selfe This shelfe Of too secure and presumptuous pleasure Had almost sunke my ship and drown'd my treasure Who would have thought a joy So coy To be offended so And go So suddenly away as though enjoying Full pleasure and contentment were annoying Hereafter I had need Take heed Joyes amongst other things Have wings And watch their opportunities of flight Converting in a moment day to night But is't enough for me To be Instructed to be wise I 'le rise And reade a lecture unto them that are Willing to learn how comfort dwels with care He that his joyes would keept Must weepe And in the brine of teares And feares Must pickle them That powder will preserve Faith with repentance is the soules conserve Learne to make much of care A rare And precious balsome 't is For blisse Which oft resides where mirth with sorrow meets Heavenly joyes on earth are bitter-sweets The Circumcision SOorrow betide my sinnes Must smart so soon Seaze on my Saviours tender flesh scarce grown Vnto an eight dayes age Can nothing else asswage The wrath of heaven but his infant blood Innocent infant infinitely good Is this thy welcome to the world great God No sooner born but subject to the rod Of sinne incensed wrath Alas what pleasure hath Thy Fathers justice to begin thy passion Almost together with thine incarnation Is it to antidate thy death Indite Thy condemnation himselfe and write The coppie with thy bloud Since nothing is so good Cr●s't by this experiment to try Whether thou beest borne mortall and canst dye If man must needs draw blood of God yet why Stayes he not till thy time be come to die Didst thou thus early bleed For us to shew what need We have to hasten unto thee as fast And learne that all the time is lost that 's past 'T is true we should doe so Yet in this blood Ther 's something else that must be understood It seales thy covenant That so we may not want Witnesse enough against thee that thou art Made subject to the law to act our part The Sacrament of thy regeneration It cannot be It gives no intimation Of what thou wert but we Native impuritie Originall corruption was not thine But onely as thy righteousnesse is mine In holy Baptisme this is brought to mee As that in Circumcision was to thee And so thy losse and paine Did prove my joy and goine Thy Circumcision writ thy death in blood Baptisme in water seales my livelyhood Oh blessed change yet rightly understood That blood was water and this water's blood What shall I give againe To recompence thy paine Lord take revenge upon me for this smart To quit thy fore-skin circumcise my heart Inundations WE talke of Noahs flood as of a wonder And so we may The Scrptures say The waters did prevaile the hils were under And nothing could be seen but sea And yet there are two other sloods surpasse That flood as farre As heaven one starre Which many men regard as little as The ordinariest things that are The one is sinne the other is salvation And we must need Confesse indeed That either of them is an inundation That doth the deluge farre exceed In Noahs food he and his houshold liv'd And there abode A whole Ark-load Of other creatures that were then repriev'd All safely on the waters rode But when sinne came it overflowed all And left none free Nay even he That knew no sinne could not release my thrall But that he was made sinne for me And when salvation came my Saviours blood Drown'd sinne againe With all its traine Of evils overflowing them with good With good that ever shall remaine Oh! let there be one other inundation Let grace overflow In my soule so That thankfulnesse may levell with salvation And sorrow sinne may overgrow Then will I praise my Lord and Saviour so That Angels shall Admire mans fall When they shall see Gods greatest glory grow Where Satan thought to root out all Sinne SInne I would faine define thee but thou art An uncouth thing All that I bring To shew thee fully shews thee but in part I call thee the transgression of the law And yet I read That sinne is dead Without the law and thence it strength doth draw I say thou art the sting of death 'T is true And yet I finde Death comes behinde The work is done before the pay be due I say thou art the devils work Yet hee Should much rather Call thee father For he had been no devill but for thee What shall I call thee then If death and devill Right understood Be names too good I 'le say thou art the quintessence of evill Travels at home OFt have I wisht a traveller to be Mine eyes did even itch the sights to see That I had heard and read of Oft I have Been greedy of occasion as the grave That never sayes enough yet still was crost When oportunities had promis'd most At last I said What meanst thou wandring else To straggle thus Goe travell first thy selfe Thy little world can shew thee wonders great The greater may have more but not more neat And curious pieces Search and thou shalt finde Enough to talk of If thou wilt thy minde Europe supplies and Asia thy will And Africk thine affections And if still Thou list to travell further put thy sences For both the Indies Make no more pretences Of new discoveries whilst yet thine own And neerest little world is still unknown Away then with thy quadrants compasses Globes tables cards and mappes and minute glasses Lay by thy journals and thy diaries Close up thine annalls and thy histories Studie thy selfe and reade what thou hast writ In thine own book thy conscience Is it fit To labour after other knowledge so And thine own neerest dearest selfe not know Travels abroad both deare and dangerous are Whil'st oft the soule payes for the bodies fare Travels at home are cheape and safe Salvation Comes mounted on the wings of meditation He that doth live at home and learns to know God and himselfe needeth no further goe FINIS