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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	sin_n	time_n	10,328	5	3.8145	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60900	The triumphs of the holy Jesus, or, A divine poem of the birth, life, death, and resurrection of our Saviour by J. Salter ...	Salter, James, 1650-1718?	1692 (1692)	Wing S467; ESTC R32127	14,502	34

Night Returns with a more wish'd and grateful Light So Mercy vigorously her self displays Mercy Maugre what all her Sister did advise Broke through the Cloud and as she pass'd it fled Scatter'd with Rays which to and fro she shed Rays which cou'd Dim the Suns although he shone With Light of many days Contract in One. How can a Worm crawl up so high to trace Her Foosteeps or not dazled view her Face Why blush the Roses why the Lillies pale Her beauteous Cheeks are their Original Her gracious Aspect 't is alone doth yield All the Embroider'd Gaieties of the Field Whatever Odours Plants and Flowers produce It is her Breath that doth them first diffuse All what Arabia and the wealthy East The rare perfumes that make the Phenix Nest All that in Paradice it self first grew Fell From her Mouth as falls the gentle Dew On either hand O venerable Sight Ten thousand Graces her Attendants wait Who at her Nod to Earth from Heaven move And every minute convey her Acts of Love Of various colour'd Plumes their wings are made The Rain-bows to 'em are but Typick shade As Honey from the Comb so from her Lips Her Lips which drops of mellowed Manna sips Drops such a stream of sweetest Eloquence As more affects the Heart as well as Sense Than dying Swans or Tunes of Sirens Voice Or Sphaeres when in a Consort they rejoyce As a dry Land parch'd with hot Calentures Opens her thirsty Jaws to catch the showers Which through her empty Veins and Entrails sink Though much befresht yet more she still wou'd drink So Angels when she speaks ope wide their Ears And stop their Mouths to hear the Charms of hers But the more they are Ravish'd with her Song The more they do to have 't repeated long Upon her Breasts Delight takes calm Repose Those milky Fountains whence all Nurture flows On weary Travellers when their way they miss And Boar in Desarts where no water is Rivers of Pleasure trickle down t' allay Fevers at once of thirst and of the Day She is the blind Mans eyes the lame Mans feet The hungry's Food the naked's Rayment meet The Bond-mans Liberty the poor Mans Wealth The afflicted's Joy the sickly Patients Health 'T is she alone the last Supports doth give And when Man dies assures him he shall live So bright she is so excellently Gay As not to be beheld by mortal Eye What can the Painter or the Poet do What Pencil or what Quill such Art can shew How can frail Colours Portrait out or Verse Infinite Beauty endless Grace rehearse Poor empty Liveless shadows to compare And strive to Match with things that Matchless are Her upper Garment was of silken Lawn Richly beset with Works her self had drawn The various Scene of all the World was there So fresh so Lively so August and Fair As if a new created Mass it were So that the ravisht Eye might be deceiv'd And think indeed the Embroider'd Landskip liv'd The prostrated Earth her self cast low And at the Goddess feet her Head did bow Rejoyc'd to kiss them and was justly proud To be by them O Blessed burthen trod The Earth upon whose Face stupendous shew Crowds of mankind seem'd to move to and fro Like numerous Ants they throng'd and like them toil'd All alike busie sundry ways Embroil'd The Ocean figur'd like a Rainbow's band Girded her sides small Pearls were wrought for Sand The Silver-woven Waves so seem'd to play As if on them did real Sun-beams lay Air was her Mantle and about her head Heaven like a gorgeous Cawl was vastly spread In which was intermix'd a luminous Sphere Of sparkling Constellations here and there From whece such clear and strong Reflections came As if the Azure Web were in a flame Over her hung a Canopy of State T was the third Heaven under which she Sate Not made of Tissue or of spangled Gold But of a substance Mortals can't behold Only by Angels Tongues 't is to be told The Gems of Monarchs Crowns such Gems as shore In the All-glorious Court of Solomon The Sparks which shoot from Rocks of Adamant The Rays which an unclouded Sun doth vaunt The Souls of Virgins when they take their flight Along the milky way shine not so bright Mercy attended thus and thus array'd To Justice rigid Censures thus reply'd Good God whose Property 't is to forgive And rather than destroy to save alive Man was thy Off-spring though of nothing made Yet when created with thy Image clad He had not been so foolishly beguil'd Had not the Serpents shape base Satan vail'd In State of Innocence he fear'd no ill His Sin was rather a Constraint than Will. Before his Eyes were open'd and he knew How to distinguish between false and true How cou'd this Heaven-born Child suspect a Shaft Prepar'd and sharpen'd with dire Guile and Craft Brought from as far as Hell and at him shot Hell was a place he surely yet knew not Cannot the Hand which made him first of nought Cure the repented Wounds that Sin hath wrought Oh! Let not Justice Iron Sceptre break His bruised heart let her not Terrours speak He 's terrified enough by his own Guilt Judgments enough have faln and Blood been spilt Suffer in the Gap that I may stand And hinder the destroying Angel's hand Let me O let me my Request obtain To stand between the Living and the Slain If all must Pay that which all cannot Pay O first begin with me and mercy slay Or if my Sacrifice will not attone Send from thy Bosome thy beloved Son Vouchsafe him a Capacity to dye The work is done O view his willing Eye Do but Command he 's joyful to obey What hath Man done that Man shall not undo Did his Foe slay him He shall slay his Foe Hath he lost all He all again shall win Is Sin his Master he shall Master Sin But how can my Vrania undertake To celebrate that Day the Lord did make The Time when Angels hover'd through the Air And did glad Tidings down from Heaven bear When in loud Carolds Anthems they proclaim'd Peace and Good-will from God towards mankind None but their Tongues and their's cou'd scarce express So great a Joy so great an Happiness To you a Saviour born to you a Child But why and how to say their Voices fail'd That God immortal shou'd not thus disdain A Virgins Womb be made a mortal Man The infinite an infant of a Span That the eternal word whose Voice cou'd break Cedars and Rocks shou'd not be able speak That in her Arms his Mother cou'd him take Him who at once cou'd Earth and Heaven shake What a small Room vouchsaft he to Lodge in Whom all the World before cou'd not contain Mysterious thing not an hour old he was And yet his years did the World's date surpass At once a Child and Ancient of days O this unsearchable this deep Abyss Who can Chaunt God's rich Mercy and Mans Bliss Thus Mercy over