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
A95611	Ter tria: or the doctrine of the three sacred persons, father, son & spirit. Principall graces, faith, hope, & love. Main duties, prayer, hearing, and meditation. Summarily digested for the pleasure and profit of the pious and ingenious reader. / By Faithfull Teate preacher of the Word at Sudbury in Suffolk.	Teate, Faithful, b. 1621.	1650 (1650)	Wing T617; Thomason E1901_1; ESTC R209946	71,499	206

which I look my God will save My soul from sin my flesh from grave And from deaths pow'r O death where is thy victory That I might live my Lord did dye He fled thee not but made thee flie Hav'ng drawn thy sting Thou hadst of teeth a double row Till Christ by 's Cross took thee a blow When fastning on him But thou' rt now A tooth-less thing Well maist thou bark but canst not bite Bending thy brow shewing thy spight Death do thy worst Hope sets me quite Beyond thy spleen What though my death seems written in The very parchment of my skin With the black ink of my foul sin Yet have I seen On both hands of a friend once slain But since return'd to life again A better story Printed plain My sights but dim Yet in the print o th' nailes I see Life in a Saviours hands for mee Whilst as he hung upon the tree Hope hangs on him And still shall hang on him untill My bones have learnt to climbe that hill Where now he sits and whence he will Yet come down hither That he may gather into one Each dust of his and scatt'red bone Then shall he as a living stone Translate me thither And now my Lord what wait I for Standing and knocking at thy door I stand and knock at th' door of Hope Till knocking makes the door stand ope We are saved by HOPE but Hope that is seen is not Hope Rom. 8.24 LOVE FRom Faith and Hope I come sweet Love to sing For ev'ry Anchor hath its ring Whereby 't is wedded to its Cable-Rope Love makes the match 'twixt Faith and Hope 'Twixt Grace and Grace no marriage can be made But where this golden ring's first had O golden Love thou circling endless thing All grace concenters in thy ring What though mine heart be flinty rock and stone Yet flints have fire And have I none No spark of Love thou God of Love for thee That hast twice over hammerd mee There 's not one spark kindled upon mine hearth But at first glance it quits the earth As if it knew the element of fire Were some Diviner thing and high'r Lord I can feel there 's such a thing as Love Warm in my breast and feel it move I find I love my Child and so doth he And shall I not my God! love thee Is Love the only fire that doth descend Or is my God my God no friend Sure all my doubts and fears cannot disprove The condescention of thy Love The Elements we find invert their course Fearing a Vacuum would be worse And did not Love stoop low when God did dye To fill up mans vacuity Reader stop here And drop a tear When Love that ev'ry Ev'ning makes my bed Had not whereon to lay his head Except you 'll call that bloody Cross and bitter A Love-sick Saviours bed and litter When Love it self being as rich as store To make me rich ●id become poor Unless those tears and bloody drops that fall You 'll Pearls account and rubies call And can the flaming Element of Love To store my wants drop from above Why can't mine Earth as well to Heaven grow As Heav'ns Love fire come down so low Why may I not Elijah-like aspire To ride to Heaven in that fire That fire of Love that came from thence down hither On purpose sure to help methither When Love to hatred did himself expose And prick's own foot to ease his foes Printing full proof in his chapt parched skin What flames of Love there were within When Love unthought unsought for did come down Exchanging for a Cross his Crown Love undesir'd Love undeserv'd did take Mans game to play to save mans stake Whilest flames of wrath so sorely did contest With this Love-fire in Saviours breast Heightning the heat so far till 's blood boy●'d ore Issuing out at ev'ry pore Lord can the eye That reads be dry Ah! if it can let not the writers bee No tears of Love my God! for thee Lord could Love make thee take my sins as thine Sure then thy sorrows shall be mine The stripes that rent thy back shall smite and knock My breast till they have cleft my rock The ir'n that in thine hands left such a p●int Shall strike some fire out of my flint Shall I not love that friend that lov'd me So So Lov'd me when I was his foe Lord let not want of Love encrease my score My debts were great enough before Make me thy Love so burning hot to feel As to dissolve and melt my steel And burn my stony heart to fervent lime As I h've seen fire turn stone sometime My heart is thine Lord thou hast bought that stone And thou hast fewell of thine own Wil 't not quit cost great builder if it will O throw mine heart into thy kill Lime is an usefull thing in buildings sure And lime of stone will best endure Knowledg puffs up but Love is edifying And growes the stronger by long lying Oh that I had that lime of Love that is As by Antiperistasis Hotter for water I would often then Weep till I even flam'd agen But now I mourn That I can't burn Can 't burn Alas my God I 'm burning ever But oh my burning is a Fever Such hectick heat doth too too plainly prove That I am but infirm in Love Lord dost not see how Giants do invade Thy right my God confound their trade Who using lust for lime by Hellish art Would rebuild Babell in my heart 'T is not so long my God and Saviour since Thou didst expell th' usurping Prince Rasing his works and strong holds built within With lime of lust and piles of sin Can I Love sin that hatefull cruell thing That grinds the Serpents forked sting Shew'ng death how twice at once to murther me And can I not my God Love thee Can I Love sin that puts me on the wrack Till bones do break and sinews crack And Can I not Love him that climb'd the tree Wracking himself to take down me Can I Love sin since hatred nere had bin Never bin heard of but for sin And can I not love LOVE that came to dye To kill hatred and enmity Love sin that founded Hell at 's own expence And not my God that saves me thence Alas how strangly Love its mark can miss Oh that mine head and heart for this Were both one flood Of tears of blood Or can mine heart like Josephs Mistriss make Love to the Servant and mistake These things below for my dear God above To whom I owe ev'n all my Love And then when these chast Creature-comforts flie Rather then yield or gratifie Can I complain unto my Lord and say That they did tempt then flie away Alas poor Creatures would not be abused And must they yet be thus accused And God in them And that I may be found Guiltless must guilt reach God at th' bound Thou gav'st me these to prove thy Love to me But not