Selected quad for the lemma: prayer_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prayer_n	angel_n	holy_a	saint_n	2,185	5	5.9190	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56943	Boanarges and Barnabas, or, Judgment and mercy for afflicted soules containing of [brace] meditations, soliloquies, and prayers / by Francis Quarles.; Boanerges and Barnabas	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1646 (1646)	Wing Q51; ESTC R39728	54,098	234

accusers They that censure thy gnats swallow their own camels what if the luxuriant stile of thy discourse doe chance to strike upon an obvious Oath art thou straight hurried into the bosome of a Plague What if the custome of a harmlesse oath should captivate thy heedlesse tongue can nothing under sudden judgment seiz upon the what if anothers diffidence should force thy earnest lips into a hasty oath in confirmation of a suffering truth must thou be straight ways branded with damnation was Ioseph mark'd for everlasting death for swearing by the life of Egypts King was Peter when he so denyed his master straight damn'd for swearing and forswearing O flatter not thy self my soul nor turn thou Advocate to so high a sin Make not the slops of Saints a precedent for thee to fall His Arraignment IF the rebukes of flesh may not prevail heare then the threatening of the Spirit which saith The Plague shalt not depart from the house of the swearer Exod. 20. 7. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain for the Lord will not hold him guiltlesse that taketh his name in vain Zach. 5. 3. And every one that sweareth shal be 〈◊〉 off Swear not at all neither by heaven for it is Gods throne nor by the earth for it is his foot stoole But let your communication be yea yea nay nay for whatsoever is more then these commeth of evill Mat. 5. 34. Jer. 23. 10. Because of swearing the Land mourneth His Proofes Aug. in Ser. The murtherer killeth the body of his brother but the swearer murthers his own soule Aug. in Psal. 88. It 's well that God hath forbidden man to sweare lest by custome of swearing in as much as wee are apt to mistake we commit perjury there 's none but God can safely sweare because there 's no other but may be deceived August de Mendacio I say unto you Sweare not at all lest by swearing ye come to a facility of swearing from a facility to a custome and from a custome ye fell into perjury His Soliloquie OWhat a judgement is here How terrible How full of Execution The Plague the extract of all diseases none so mortall none so comfortlesse It makes our house a Prison our friends strangers No comfort but in the expectation of the moneths end I but this judgement excludes that comfort too The plague shal ne'r depart from the house of the swearer What never death will give it a period No but it shall bee intail'd upon his house his family O detestable O destructive sin that leaves a Crosse upon the dores of Generations and layes whole families upon the dust A fin whereto neither profit incites nor pleasure allures nor necessity compels nor inclination of nature perswades a meer voluntary begun with a malignant imitation and continued with an habituall presumption Consider O my soul every Oath hath been a naile to wound that Saviour whose blood O mercy above expression must save thee Be sensible of thy Actions and his sufferings Abhor thy self in dust and ashes and magnifie his mercy that hath turn'd this judgment from thee Goe wash those wounds which thou hast made with teares and humble thy self with prayer true repentance His Prayer ETernall and omnipotent God before whose glorious name Angels and Archangels bow and hide their faces to which the blessed Spirits and Saints of thy triumphant church sing forth perpetuall Hallelujah's I a poor Sprig of disobedient Adam doe here make bold to take that holy name into my sin-polluted lips I have hainously sinned O God against thee and against it I have disparaged it in my thoughts dishonoured it in my words profaned it in my actions and I know thou art a jealous God and a consuming fire as faithfull in thy promises so fearfull in thy judgements I therefore fly from the dreadfufll Name of Jehovah which I have abused to that gracious name of Jesus wherein thou art well pleased in that most sacred name O God I fall before thee and for his beloved sake O Lord I come unto thee Cleanse thou my heart O God and then my tongue shall praise thee Wash thou my soule O Lord and then my lips shall blesse thee Work in my heart a feare of thy displeasure and give me an awfull reverence of thy Name Set thou a watch before my lips that I offend not with my tongue Let no respects intice me to be an instrument of thy dishonour and let thy attributes be precious in mine eyes teach me the way of thy Precepts O Lord and make me sensible of all my offences let not my sinful custome in finning against thy Name take from my guilty soule the sense of my sin Give mee a respect unto all thy Commandements but especially preserve me from the danger of this my bosome sin Mollifie my heart at the rebukes of thy servants and strike into my inward parts a feare of thy judgements Let all my communication bee order'd as in thy presence and let the words of my mouth bee governed by thy Spirit Avert those judgments from me which thy Word hath threatned and my sin hath deserved and strengthen my resolution for the time to come Work in me a true godly sorow that it may bring forth in me a newnesse of life Sanctifie my thoughts with the continual meditation of thy Commandements and mortifie those passions which provoke mee to offend thee Let not the examples of others induce me to this sin nor let the frailties of my flesh seek figleaves to cover it Seal in my heart the full assurance of thy reconciliation and look upon me in the bowells of compassion that crowning my weak desires with thy all-sufficient power I may escape this judgement which thy justice hath threatned here and obtaine that happinesse thy mercy hath promised hereafter The Procrastinators Remora's TEll me no more of fasting prayer and death they fill my thoughts with dumps of Melancholy These are no subjects for a youthful ear no contemplation for an active soul Let them whom sullen Age hath weaned from aery pleasures whom wayward fortun● hath condemn'd to sighs and groanes whom sad diseases have beslaved to drugs and diets let them consume the remnant of their wretched dayes in dull devotion Let them afflict their aking soules with the untunable discourses of mortality Let them contemplate on evill dayes and read sharp Lectures of their own experience For me my bones are full of unctious marrow and my blood of sprightly youth My faire and free estate secures me from the feares of fortunes frowne My strength of constitution hath the power to grapple with sorrow sicknesse nay the very pangs of death and overcome 'T is true God must bee sought What impious tongue dare be so basely bold to contradict so known a truth and by repentance too What strange impiety dare deny it Or what presumptuous lips dare disavow it But there 's a time for all things yet none p●efixt