Selected quad for the lemma: sin_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sin_n	conscience_n	death_n	sting_n	3,176	5	11.7818	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47607	Sion in distress, or, The groans of the Protestant Chruch [sic]	Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.	1681 (1681)	Wing K87; ESTC R27452	55,221	137

meer lump of Sin May justly curse its cause of having been Such as instruct do doubly them beget By timely Lessons lab'ring to defeat Their growth in Ill such mold their better part By wise prevention of a Canker'd heart O! then 's the time to give 'em Form and Mold For Trees admit no bending that are Old Who timely sow such seed they would have grow Will surely reap according as they sow Some like the Ape that does by hugging kill Prompt on a Child to tip his tongue with ill In his first prattle But it is less pain To form good Habits then reform the vain On th' other hand how many Children do Prove vain rebellious disobedient to Their godly Parents Slight their careful teaching Make Games of Prayer and a mock of Preaching Contempt of Parents of what kind so e'er Contracts a bitter Curse which every where Will find them out But O my aking Soul Beats sad Alarms of Grief I must condole The dismal Fate of Youth Alas how few The ways of God and Holiness pursue But very eager to obey the Devil In quickly learning every reigning Evil. Here you may see if you survey the Nation Our Youth grown old in vile abomination Such early Graduates in the Hellish Science Setting both Heaven and Hell at loud defiance Let Grace and Vertue grovel in the Dust Their Youth and Strength they 'l sacrifice to Lust That sacred Precept in the Word of Truth To mind their Maker in the Days of Youth They scorn to head Ah fools that would begin Conversion when they can no longer sin But know preposterous Sots the Day of Doom That dreadful Audit of Accounts will come How dare you run this vile Career till Death Like a Grim Serjeant comes t' arrest your breath When Tongues do faulter your Eyestrings crack When stings of Horror do your Conscience rack When Hells Abyss sets ope its spacious Gate And Troops of Devils round about you wait When nought but Horrour and Confusion seizes Upon your Sences when those foul Diseases You got by vile Debauches have at length Destroy'd your Person and subdu'd your Strength Is this a Season to Detest your Lewdness To talk of Vertue or pretend to Goodness Egregious Fools how dare you to delay Your Souls Affair to that uncertain Day O! Can you trust so grand a Work to that Moment of Anguish when you know not what When Sonnd your end will be nor yet how soon Though brisk at Morning you may die ere Noon And if unchang'd your certain Doom will be To lye in Hell to all Eternity Sion's Children O Dismal State O miserable Case Enough to daunt all that are void of Grace And crush the bragging of the stoutest mind But are there still more grievances behind Sion STill more behind O that there were no more Since they 're too many that I 've told before Masters and Servants Kings and Subjects err In their Relation does not each prefer Base Selfish Ends to gratifie a Lust Before what 's honest and supreamly Just Ah! how much time among the Saints is spent In fruitless idle Talk How negligent In holy Conference strange to each other How dull is each to quicken up his Brother In Gospel-dutys O! how few do nourish That Love and Zeal which heretofore did flourish A Love whose flaming Heat and Gen'rous Rays ●Replete with Spirit fam'd the former days ●ious Discourses may reclaim the Vile ●ut they are hard'ned in their Sins the while ●aints do converse like them and rather learn Their vicious Tricks then teach them to discern The dismal Snares and Perils that do lurk 〈◊〉 sinful Words and every evil Work ●●me are so convetous that they would grasp The World in Arm-fulls till their latest Gasp ●●me full of Envy others do express Their Lust on Dainties feeding to Excess 〈◊〉 nice and delicate in choice of Meat Whilst their poor Brethren scarce have bread to eat Merchants and Traders have a nimble Art To summ their Shop-books but neglect the Heart For that they think there 's time enough and look But seldom to the Reck'nings of that Book How many come for Fashion-sake to hear What one receives goes out at t'other Ear How many loyter in their Christian Race Profusely squandering the day of Grace Many like Drones on others Toyl do live Though 't is less honour to receive than give What lying cheating couz'ning and deceit Do Traders use O! how they over-rate What they would sell but if they be to buy They undervalue each Commodity But why should Pride that vile Abomination Be found in Saints must every Apish Fashion Bewitch their minds when God is so Express In strict for ●idding of so vile a Dress Prayer that Sacred Ordinance that holds An intercourse with Heaven which beholds The Fathers Glory and on High does mount Is made by many but of small account 'T is that that carrys our Desires to God And comes down fraighted with a blessed Load Of sweet Returns yet 't is much disrespected And Closet-Duty too too much neglected Scriptures themselves are slighted and dis-us'd And oft when read perverted or abus'd Helping the Weak is turn'd into a slighting Gospel-Reproofs perverted to backbiting Many that do of God their Mercy crave Yet on the Needy little Mercy have All owe their Blessings to the God of Love Yet too too many do unthankful prove Some follow Whimsies that do nearly border Upon Confusion and despise all Order Such on all Sacred Institutions trample Though fortify'd by Precept and Example As if 't were low for an exalted mind To be to Gods Declared Will confin'd But can these Men of Rapture make pretences That they have more Divine Intelligence Then all th' Illustrious Saints as Prophets Priests Apostles Martyrs and Evangelists That were the Scribes and Messengers of Heaven And strictly practic'd all the Dutys given Unto the Church which are without repeal But if they 're disanul'd who did reveal Their Abrogation to these bold Pretenders Gods Laws are sound and need no Cobling-menders But Oh! that Dismal Evil that 's behind Disturbs my Reason and distracts my Mind It is DIVISION That unhappy word Has done more Mischief than a Popish Sword Could ever do if that a sweet Communion At least of Love did but compleat our Vnion Why should Licentious Heat my Children hurry To those Extreams must they each other worry For trivial things do they not all agree ●n Fundamentals of Divinity Is there no Room for Love or must that grace Among my Children have no proper place Why must one Saint be angry with his Brother If not so tall as he or with another Because his Face is not so white as his Or that his Habit not so gawdy is Alas no Folly can be more absund Nor more exploded in Gods Holy word All should to Gospel-Purity adhere But to calumniate villifie and jeer All such as are not of their very pitch Is Anti-Gospel and a practice which The Lord abhors If