Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	serpent_n	sin_n	sting_n	4,692	5	12.2188	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65201	The mysteries of Mount Calvary opened and improved In a dialogue betwixt Christ and the soul. By J.V. rector of Woodston, in the county of Huntington.	J. V., rector of Woodston, in the county of Huntington.	1686 (1686)	Wing V9; ESTC R222549	30,349	74

Ears My head the prickled Crown my Cheeks the nips My Hands and Feet the Nails my Back the Whipts 'T is strange but true what cannot be deni'd God cannot dye yet t' was a God that dy'd SOUL I clearly see my sins do wound my Lord Without a Trope with and without a Sword Curst Serpent sin since nought can quench his thirst Till he 's imbib'd the precious Blood of Christ What Sinners make so light of by their leaves It press'd God down like as a Cart with Sheaves Nay press'd forth Blood when laid upon his back Poor Wretch am I shall ne're a heartstring crack Shall both thy Head and sacred Temples reek And not a tear bedew my withered Cheek Indeared Mothers when they see a Dart Levelled at the tender Infants Heart They Cry they Screek I Faint I Swound I Dye So cannot I my Lord so cannot I Yet I 'm resolv'd these sins shall ne're be mine I 'le spit them in the face who spat in thine Grant that the Spittle Malice cast on thee May wipe all foul Aspersions off from me But now again my Lord I 'm at a loss What meant thy carrying up and down thy Cross CHRIST The Pagans when a Judgment stroke a Town Did lead their Sacrifices up and down T' appease their angry Gods 't is also said Isaac did bear the Wood on which he 's laid Simon and I bearing that weighty Tree Tells my Disciples what t' expect from me Come on my Child with an undaunted heart Since I go first and also bear a part SOUL Can I refuse thy blessed Yoak to take Since born by thee and fitted to my Neck Thy Cup was full of the red Wine of Sadness Thou fil'st it up to me with Oyl of gladness Thy Cross was fixt on Golgotha a place Where God from thee withheld his blessed Face Mine thou hast fixt on Mount Moriah's green The place where God once promis'd to be seen * Gen 22. A Crown of Thorns thy sacred head encloses Thou wear'st the Prickles and I wear the Roses Truth Lord who follows thee shall have no loss The Cross bears him who ever bears the Cross Is it unlawful Lord for me to say Why was thy Cross fixt on a Golgotha CHRIST This was the seal Tradition would maintain Where Isaac once had like to have been slain The place of Dead mens Skulls 't is also said It was the place where Adam 's buried This being so as 't hath been said of old Then Death was Conquer'd in his Fort and Hold. Man found out sin by sin Death first came in Sin brought forth Death and Death hath conquer'd sin Who by the Serpents sting hath got a hurt The Oyl of Serpents is a plaister for 't 'T was humane Flesh that caus'd the first to dye So humane Flesh obtain'd the Victory Under my Cross Death like a Victim lies And as a Sacrifice o' th' Altar dyes So that of Golgotha it may be said Here is the place where Death lies buried Courage my Soul Death 's done his utmost spite The Serpent he may hiss but cannot bite Spred his cold hand he may and press upon Thy spriteless Corps but cannot break a Bone Hence Death a dark and shady Entry call Bending thy footsteps to a spacious Hall SOUL When through Death's valley I shall bend my way Thy Cross shall be my Rod my Staff my Stay Can'st thou my Soul refuse to lay thy Head Within that place where Jesus made his Bed Once 't was a Golgotha of stench and smell The Pagans call'd it Hades the Jews say Hell Since Christ lay there and from thence did arise Call it from hence the Gate of Paradise Chide not dear Lord my curiosity Why was thy Cross exalted up on high CHRIST It was Gods penal Law and his Decree * Deut. 27.26 Cursed is every one that hangs o' th' Tree I to atone thy Sin thy Curse thy Shame Did dye that Death which did attest the same Altho it was a Roman Death I dy'd Yet an All-seeing Eye did so provide That the curse should contain that Ignomy The Law pronounc't to him that hung o th' Tree Hast thou not read the place where 't is rehearsed And they shall look on him whom they have pierced By this 't is plain my Cross I was to bear And dye that Death whose piercing was by Spear When th' Lamb of old was to the Altar ti'd Mounted aloft and then upon it di'd My Crosses Exaltations verifi'd That sacrificed Ram as 't is related * Exodus 29.27 At the time when the Priest was consecrated 'T was waved to and fro heav'd up and hurld Pointed to the four corners of the World When I was consecrated on the Tree That Jewish rite was well becoming me For so my Cross was mounted up on high That all the World may their Redeemer spy Thus plac't 'twixt Earth Gods footstool and Heavens Throne To reconcile both God and Man in one The Brazen Serpent in the Desert was A Type of me relating to my Cross The Jews being stung with Serpents were made whole By a brass Serpent fixed on a Pole To cure the Wound caus'd by that cursed Creature Art can't effect the cure no more could Nature For if it was a Serpent then I 'm sure Serpents by nature rather kill then cure A fiery Serpent too who can indure The sting of Death is sin by th' Serpent shown The Venom too cause 't was a fiery one What more averse to Reason Sense or Faith Than to seek Life from an accursed Death A crucified Jesus did bespeak Spite to the Jew and folly to the Greek But if you look at Gods wise end in this The cursed Tree's become the Tree of bliss Look as th' aforesaid Serpent made of Brass Was not a Serpent but its Image was So without sin I 'm made a sinful Creature And by my Death gave Life to humane Nature And this Life is convey'd as Scripture saith By looking on my Cross with lively faith A Faith that puts the Serpent to the rout Pulls out his sting and lets the Poyson out SOUL Since that my Lord thus rais'd himself on high Why doth my Soul o th' ground thus grov'ling lie O fix my heart on this thy blessed Tree So as to tast the fruit and healed be What boot's thy pardon tho so full so free If that my Conscience will not pardon me I have been told that this thy Towring cross The downfal of the Devils Kingdom was CHRIST Some make the brazen Serpent for to be A fitting Emblem of this Verity A dead and wounded Serpent on a Tree Bespeaks the wounds Satan receiv'd from me For thus my Cross became the Stage and Scene Where that curst Serpent vents his utmost spleen Nor did I break his Scepter and his Rod By force of Arms alone as being God By Martial Law I entred in the Field By a new Conquest made my Foe to yeild My Innocence did quench his fiery Dart