Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	life_n	live_v	sin_n	25,063	5	5.2140	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03602	The godly maid of Leicester. Being a true relation of Elizabeth Stretton, who lying upon her death-bed, was wonderfully delivered from the temptations of Satan, worthy the noting of all that would live and die in the fear of God. Tune is, In summertime.		1675 (1675)	Wing G935; ESTC R177454	2,061	1

The Godly Maid of Leicester Being a true Relation of Elizabeth Stretton who lying upon her Death-bed was wonderfully delivered from the Temptations of Satan worthy the noting of all that would live and die in the fear of God The Tune is In Summer time AMongst the Wonders God hath shown within this Island and elsewhere A wonder strange I will make known as ever any man did hear A vertuous Maid in Leicester dwelt who came of honest Parentage Temptations and afflictions felt although she was of tender age Elizabeth Stretton was her name of conversation Godly given Gods holy Word was all her aim whose soul no doubt is now in Heaven Sore sick she was and sick to death and in a trance for half an hour That people thought her vital breath extinguish'd was by deaths strong power He that rais'd Lazarus from the dead did raise this Maid to life again When as they thought her life was fled and that by death she had béen slain At last with smiling countenance upon the company did look And said she had been in a Trance but Christ her soul had not forsook I have béen in a Combat great even with the black Prince of the Air By craft and by his strong deceit did séek to bring me to despair But Christ doth ne'r forsake his Flock who evermore on him depend He was my Fortress and my Rock and brought my troubles to an end Satan O silly soul the Divel said in Christ why dost thou put thy trust In Hell with me thou must be laid and thy frail body turn to dust Maid I know my Corps to dust must fall but my swéet Christ redéem'd my soul I am his Child on him I call although my sins are very foul Satan No sinful Soul in Heaven may dwell alas poor wretch thou art deceiv'd Thy sins will weigh thée down to Hell when death of life hath thee bereft Maid Gods mercy is above my sin who did protect me from my birth My Father knows where I have been amongst vile sinners here on Earth The second part to the same Tune WHose bad example me did cause to walk beside the path of Grace I have broke all his sacred Laws yet he my Soul doth still imbrace When he perceiv●d my Faith so strong Satan began to hide his head I did by him receive no wrong so presently he vanished He was no sooner vanished but my swéet Saviour appear'd to me When as you thought I had been dead my Soul her Saviour then did see Poor wretch said he Lo I will be thy Father Husband and Delight Thy sinful Soul from Hell to free and overcome the Divels might I hid my Face a little space to try how patient thou wouldst be I give thee F●●th and means of Grace and that sufficient was for thee To overc●m● the Divels power the ga●●● of Hell could not prevail I he●pt thee in a Blessed hour and thy poor Soul I will not fail To te●l thy friends where thou hast bin and how my Children I protect ●ow I have pardoned thy sin and all the sins of my Elect. With Oyl he did anoint my Soul my Head and all my Body o're He did forgive my sins most foul I praise his holy Name therefore Now I my Saviours love have again I nothing in this World do crave But that I once were free from pain and fairly laid within my Grave All you that stand about my Bed see that the Lord above you fear And think on this when I am dead that you your course so well may steer For I have fought a happy Fight and overcome by Gods good Grace The Divel in his power and might and 〈◊〉 with Comfort now my Race From henceforth is laid up for me a Crown of Immortality Where I shall very shortly be with Heavenly Saints that never die Vnto Gods Ordinance let 's go in the Week-days with due respect Think not the time ill spent all you that Count your selves as Gods Elect As well as on the Sabbath-day as I have done as you do know For I to you may truly say I find the comfort of it now Let none Gods Ordinance contemn the means of their Salvation Let not the Divel prevail with them to bring them to Damnation I praise my God in all my grief I never lost my hold of Grace When other folks were bent to strife I held the Church the chiefest place And therefore mind me what I say before your Glass be run Though other people go astray go forwards as you have begun And meddle not with them that are contentious any kind of way But ever let it be your care Gods holy Ordinance to obey For those that will not serve him here in Heaven with him shall never dwell Therefore my Friends now have a care that you may scape the pains of Hell So farewell Friends farewell to all I 'm going to a better place Let not the Divel bring you to thrall nor fondly lose your hold of Grace Lord Iesus now receive my Soul I do bequeath the same to thee O Lord forgive my sins most foul and so to Heaven passed she And so departed she in peace to Heaven with Angels to remain The Lord above gave her release from her Afflictions Grief and Pain Let People mind her dying words if in Heaven they would live Her Life and Death so much affords and Heavenly comfort now doth give O Lord give us all Grace that we may live to him and die to sin Our Life and Death shall happy be though in a wicked world we 've béen London Printed by E. C. for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright