Selected quad for the lemma: nature_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
nature_n	divine_a	humane_a	suffering_n	3,220	5	9.4553	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44052	Sion and Parnassus, or, Epigrams on severall texts of the Old and New Testament to which are added [brace] A poem on the Passion, A hymn on the resurrection, ascention, and feast of Pentecost / by Iohn Hoddesdon.	Hoddesdon, John, fl. 1650.	1650 (1650)	Wing H2295; ESTC R35999	48,372	143

O see How heav'n and earth strive for the deity He in suspense as dubious yet is loth To leave one for the other but midst both Nor midst his sufferings suffers to resigne His humane nature or put off's divine Yet though he doubly hath obscur'd his light By humane nature and with pains too bright He is for my aspect my eyes grow dim Thus long with gazing upon glorious him He now drinks up the dregs of 's cup which are A mixt compound of gall and vineger So he a dove in life at his death shall Take in what 's not innate unto him gall The God of love drinks vineger O pow'r Of love which overcame with sweet that soure He takes that wormwood potion down that we Might in the gall of bitternesse ne're be His hands are nail'd but not a-crosse he stands As ready to embrace with open hands They 've hit the proverb right Sharp nails are sped Through both the hands of him who is our head O let these wounds suffice he doth sustain Let us not crucifie him o're again Between two thieves he hangs who held to be Equall with God no part of robberie So I'twixt grace and sin but fain from sin Would be dissolv'd O so a tract begin My cauterix'd my iron heart one thief Upbraids O th' impudence beyond belief And were 't not Gospel I should take 't to be As farre remote from all belief as he Impenitently sinfull sinfull more In this then ere he shew'd himself before If thou beest Christ he did his worst I see To robbe our Lord of his Divinitie The other meekly chides him and begins Now at his end t' ask pardon for his sinnes Good pious thief who thus past hope hast stole To heaven and cheat'st the Devil of a soul A title 's o're our Saviour writ and all In letters like their own crime capitall Now capitall it needs must be because Both o're his head and ' against our Head it was Hebrew Greek Roman which may signifie He for all languages alike did die This is the title of our King by this He gives us title to a throne of blisse This is the title of our King nor need it Explained be for he that runs may reade it Our Saviours sorrows are at heighth each scribe As he by-passes spends some quip some gibe If thou be Christ so said the thief 's to me Doubtfull if he the Christ your Christ will be If thou beest Christ come down what would you do Should he descend you needs must lower go That we this miracle beholding may Give credence that thou art whom thou dost say Come down and save thy self what would you have Should he himself alas who should you save So difficult you are faith to receive T will be a miracle if you believe Midst pangs beyond our reasons dull belief Eternall torments and internall grief Our Saviour cries in this extremitie Eli Eli lamasabachthani Heav'n now heav'n gates are shut they now begin T' refuse to let the King of glory in Those doors against their maker closed be By him for us op'd to eternity His Fathers ear is stopt justice doth move So much his fury that it clouds his love Hell gapes and the infernall monarch glories Hoping t' engulf him in his territories Vanisht Hosannaes are all signes of gladnesse Through th' universe an universall sadnesse But the mistaking Jews believe amisse Elias to his help invoked is Elias was not of that mournfull song The burden but 't was EL God farre more strong Yet as that Sire in flaming chariots hurri'd To th' Apotheiosis was rapt and carri'd So he 's to come involv'd with flames of fire And turn the world to cinders in his ire Then happy those whom guilt doth not appall Who theirs can Israels carre and horsemen call There now remains one thing for him to do Then are his acts and passions ended too He thirsts who thirsty unto him are brought He gives lifes waters for an heavenly draught That sponge of vineger which they thought good Enough for him he 'l fill it with his blood And as a signe their safety he doth mean Purge them with Hyssop that they may be clean And now 't is finish'd O that I and all Could in the houre of expiration call On God as he My spirit I commit My God to thee thou gav'st receive thou it Father forgive their sinnes they do not know Father forgive their trespasse what they do O see his goodnesse in his greatest pain He did not leave to intercede for man Even in his change when just he was to part His sp'rit flew forth in pray'rs to change their heart And with these words resigning quietly His soul he who can never die doth die The sunne amaz'd reins in his steeds and shrouds His muffled face in black condensed clouds Thinking it more preposterous to see The sunne of righteousnesse eclips'd then he A three houres darknesse straight invelops all The land the night is a night typicall For each houre count a day our Saviour hath Just so long walked in the vale of death Nature 's turn'd topsy-turvy from her station Earth's fabrick mov'd with fear moves her foundation The rocks now that grand Rock of help is shook Tear their hard entrails up as thunder-strook Mosaick rites of right with him now ending 'Gin vail to him the veil o' th temple rending The heavens above flash lightnings out of measure The earth reveals her own and Gods best treasure The saints arise and shew themselves abroad And in that shewing shew the power of God Yet as the holy city now sees them They may see those i' th' new Jerusalem This the Centurion sees and on the quaking O' th' earth hath fixt his faith beyond all shaking The Jews high-feast is nigh at hand and they For greater celebration of the day Ask't that the crucifi'd might forth with be Dispatcht outright and taken from the tree Who t' execute this hard command were sent Straight brake the two thieves legs sans complement Do break them without help of legs the one Will make a shift to paradise to run But when they to our Saviour came whose breath Was gone they satisfied with his death Broke not a bone the Scriptures so had spoke Had they broke them they Gods decrees had broke Those were the marble columnes his spouse praised On whom the basis of the Church were raised But one more boldly curious then the rest Resolv'd to put the truth unto the test And thrust his spear into his side a spout Of bloud and water severally gush'd out Both streams were for mankinds eternall good Onely deny'd to him that made the flood Why cast they lots for 's coat since none would be ' Mongst them content to wear his livery Oh think they clad in that same woollen coat Each shall a sheep be thought and not a goat Alas they can't act Saints parts without doubt Th' all-knowing God will find dissemblers out Our