Selected quad for the lemma: judgement_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
judgement_n	day_n	time_n	world_n	6,528	5	4.9283	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19521	A subpæna from the high imperiall court of heauen to bee serued vpon all men: vpon an information preferred by iustice against man-kinde. With the answer, and reply from Mercie, and her directions how to come to heauen, if we auoyd sinne. Shrinke not from this subpæna, which is pend; esteeme it well, for sure thou must appeare ... oh sinner, learne to seeke for thy saluation, if thou in heauen wouldst haue eternall ioyes.	Andrewes, John, fl. 1615.	1620 (1620)	STC 595.8; ESTC S111263	7,791	27

to hate the causes which doe worke that wofull plight What mischiefe more then liue in feare and greife when heauen or earth can yeeld him no releefe If to the Heauens he dare lift vp his eyes his hart soule with trembling feare do grudge His Bird in breast most heauie on him lyes and tels him thence he must look for his Iudge Whose terrour is to all which runne astray most dreadfull at the maine tribunall day If he the World and all her creatures view vpon the earth which creepe that flie or swim Their thought sight will make his heart to rue that all were made for him abus'd by him No thought that is will sinners more dismay then things abused at their dying day The Vsurer how is he rackt with Gold when he is dying gasping out his breath What torment hath the Leacher to behold faire Dames when he is yeelding vnto death In life what did delight the sinner cheife at Death doth force the greatest woe and griefe To heare of Death the sinners hart doth shrinke the day of Doome doth rent his soule in twaine Ti 's terrible to call to minde and thinke how Death and Iudgement hast to him amaine No day nor night the sinner findeth quiet a spotted soule and conscience doth deny it Those blacke Records within the dismall booke fast lockt within the closet of the Breast When as the sinner thereupon doth looke with feares and terrours then is he opprest In all the world no torment greife or paine are like the thoughts which doe the conscience staine These are the foes which inwardly doe dwell which sinners doe about them euer beare Who still torment them in their inward Hell racking and rending of them euery where When others laugh they make a pleasant show with face dissembling in the mainest woe Let mortall men consider in this case thinke of the time they are to tarry heere Behold the Sunne how swift he runs his race so doe mans daies their death approcheth neere Forfeit not Heauen for the flowers of May what are they worth once withered away Let man consider in his Conscience thi● when he hath rashly done some deadly sinne And comes to thinke that he hath done amisse what greife of mind he foorth with falleth in But when the time of doing good is spent those thoughts doe yeeld him ioy all content Man was prouided for eternall ioyes his proper Country is with God aboue Why should he dote vpon these worldly toyes what is the gaine of all this worldly loue A Conscience cloyd and naked sent away a sore accuser at the latter day Consider on the worke of thy Creation how farre thou art in debt to God therefore Then thinke vpon the worke of thy Redemption in which thy debt is multiplied more Let these two things thy heart conscience moue vrge not his wrath who thou art bound to loue When wicked thoughts or motions breeding sin within thy heart temptations doe inflame When that thou findest Reason doth begin to yeeld consent to execute the same Then haue recourse to meditate on this and hardly thou shalt dare to doe amisse A daily Meditation which Mercy offereth to Man-kind The day of Death THinke now thou lyest on thy dying bed thy heart thy head thy Sences all doe falle Striuing for life each member gastly spred trembling at death which makes so fierce assaile If at Deaths houre thy sinnes thou dost desie then dare not liue in state thou darst not die Think furthermore thou hast all worldly pleasure and euery thing which may the flesh delight Suppose thou hast thy fill of worldly treasure what is all worth whē death shal claim his right What was once sweet is turned now to sowre the case quite altered in this dreadfull howre For now those things that were thy harte content thy wealth and pleasure force thy bitter woe With trembling conscience now thou dost repent the day the houre thou didst abuse them so The Iudgement day THinke furthermore thou heardst the dreadfull sound The Trumpet calling of the dead to rise And all the world of flaming fire round the Iudge appearing dreadfull in the skies Aske now thy conscience durst it in bad thought 〈◊〉 wicked life before that seate be brought If that thy conscience tremble for to thinke vpon the terrour of that dreadfull day If that Tribunall make thy heart to shrinke let thē this thought driue sinfull thoughts away And dare not doe those wicked actions here in which thou darst not at that day appeare Conside thou who now in health dost liue the day of death dreadfull houre will come Of all thy debts thou must a reckoning giue thou canst not void this dreadful day of doom No wit no wealth no beauty force nor strength but must come to this Iudgement at the length The paines of Hell THe paines of Hell they must indured be most infinite for torment and for date For sinne is wrought gainst infinite degree gainst God whose power exceeds all estimate When infinite that God-head is offended those paines in Iustice neuer shall be ended Eternall torments correspond the Will shouldst thou liue euer thou wouldst euer sinn Thou iustly then deseruest torments still who would still run that course thou liuest in Eternall torments iustly doe agree where Will and Sinne would both eternall be No thought no tongue can comprehend or tell what are the torments of that damned Fire The plagues the scourges tortures are in Hell which Iustice doth prouide for sinners hire A rufull noyse when damned Soules forlorne cry euer woe the howre we were borne The ioyes of Heauen THinke what it is to come to heauenly blisse to liue with God where Saints angels dwel Those glorious ioyes which God prouides for his no heart no tongue can comprehend or tell No care hath heard or eye did euer see the heauenly blisse or ioyes of that degree Where Maiestie so infinite excelleth hath all aboundance Maiestie may haue Where the omnipotent in glorie dwelleth with those elect whom Iesus blood did saue All Ioyes must be still flowing in that place where Saints behold the glory of his face These heauenly ioyes are certaine without date Old-age renewes to youth without decaying Eternall health and treasures without rate no feare of crosse or trouble ouerswaying Who would doat on the worldly pleasures so for loue of them to let the Heauenly goe Loe heere 's the end of euery mortall man which he comes to at first or at the last There 's no avoydance since the world began Time flies away and Death approacheth fast Consider then of things that shall indure take Mercies offer and thy Soule is sure The young man saies these are too graue for me the old man saies these thoughts do charge me sore To please their humors each of these agree to slight them off and thinke of them no more Shift as they will and let them take their pleasure but let them know Death staieth no mans leasure Counsell to prepare our selues to returne to God before the day of our Death for after death there is no repentance IF yee loue God or feare yee Hels damnation O then repent deferre the time no more Heere in this life you may obtaine saluation now seeke O seeke for heauenly ioyes therefore After that Death thy soule away hath taken none can repent the time is then too late Duly therefore let since away be shaken remooue thy selfe from wicked sinners states Each day or night ye● 〈◊〉 the time doth know when Christ our Iudge in iudgmēt seat wil stand Euer doe thinke thou hearst his trumpet blow sure the time is euen now at hand The Books to the Reader THis debt is due vpon Doomes day which you are summoned to pay Wherefore my Author well content because he warnes you to repent Repentance true God doth require it keepes you from eternall fire FINIS Vi veneranda Sones