Selected quad for the lemma: virtue_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
virtue_n	life_n	power_n	spirit_n	3,145	5	5.0345	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41983	A briefe vnvailing of God and mans glory in which is 1. A briefe rehearsall of happinesse in generall, 2. How this happiness is manifested by Iesus Christ, 3. the soules song of love / by John Greene.	Greene, John, Master of Arts.	1641 (1641)	Wing G1818; ESTC R37404	9,664	24

thither goe What mighty sea of joy is there one wave another takes Thus we are borne and tydes of love and sorrowes us forsakes All spots and staines are wash'd away full fair are we and bright That so the King of glories great in us may take delight When we are deck'd with such a dresse as sutes with him full well Then comes he to his Princely seat resolving there to dwell The throne he is on is heaven cal'd where he doth rule with might This heaven is his beauties faire each in his fullest light Another dwelling place hath he which he his Temple stiles And there full oft in glory walkes rejoycing it with smiles If thou but in his lowest seat his countenance dost see Thou shalt at length his throne surmount Where honoured thou shalt be The first and last that ever was or evermore shall be Will on thee set immortall crownes in signe of victory Where thou shalt sing new songs of love for ever and for aye Where time 's lost in eternity that everlasting day And thus the God of gods will say my childe all is thine owne These pleasures sweet these glories great This high and kingly throne Here sit thee down involve thy selfe with honours highest fame To make thee equall in delights I 'le clothe thee with my Name In fullest glory spread thy selfe here 's roome for thee to lie Thy heart thy thoughts and all thou art is in infinity The more thou look'st the more thou mayest Still love to looke upon And looke to love and ever gaze Upon this King alone This is the song thou still wilt sing I am hath set me free And now I walke as set at large In midst of liberty Sorrowes below me have their seat Griefes cannot me come nigh The dreadfull pangs of death are past I owne no misery As women joy when after paine They see their issue come And through those joyes their paines forget As if they nere had none So I forget all things that 's old I wholly them eschew And now addresse my selfe to joy In things most faire and new Happinesse conveyed by Iesus Christ WHen death came on by Adams losse Our danger might we see The presence of true joyes were gone Men left in misery Those beames of light which was our strength Were vanisht quite away The frame and face of all things then Must perish and decay Alas poore man thou art undone Who shall thy losse restore And quit thee out of slavish bands And cure thee of thy sore Must death be still a tyrant strong And rule thee at his pleasure Or by his many poyson'd darts Torment thee without measure Where is thy strength looke round about Will none thee now deliver Is there no King with death to meet Well furnisht with a quiver With many arrowes sharp and keene To sting death to the heart And so to make his powers fall And ease thee of thy smart If one there be declare his name Let all men know his power And see the strength of his right arme That rais'd downe hath deaths tower That so to him we praises may For ever sing alowd And in his bower finde a place Our selves in stormes to shrowd He is call'd by name the Sonne of God God in his rich aray With all his fulnesse shining bright And costly garments gay When first light shined in his breast This Sonne then did he see The glory of his lovelinesse He counts his Sonne to be By light of this Sonne he generates He stands still in his sight And by the spirit of life and love He yeelds to him his right Which is to owne him as his joy The fountaine of his pleasure Where all his glories are envolv'd A Magazin of treasure By him he frameth all his thoughts And comes to understand How all designes may come to light And prosper in his hand In him before time did begin He saw a goodly space The length is call'd eternity In which he runnes his race And in all ages shewes himselfe As best becomes his Grace That so the wise in mystery At length may know his face In him he walk'd by pleasant thoughts Throughout the world so wide And though no world was to be found Yet Saints he there espi'd In him the childrens lives were wrapt A place of surest stay That them he might know where to finde Upon their happy day By vertue of the spirit of power In him all joyes doe finde And seeing this resolved is For ever in his minde Upon him wholly for to spend His life and his delight And in those pleasures to rejoyce As armies of his might This is his life herein he joyes Here is his hearts desire Here doth he find beauties combin'd Most purely and entire This being so now doth he thinke How he his name may raise And so together with his Sonne Get an eternall praise That him he might set forth to all He sends him in disguise And vailes his glory with our flesh The world againe to rise Herein is Wisdomes chiefest part Declared and made knowne That so the counsels of the world Might quite be overthrowne Who would have thought the Sonne of God A mortall death must die And by his deadly death us bring To Immortality How many troupes of enemies flocke Against him for to warre And in the combat him to foyle by many a cruell scarre But in this battell who was slaine Was 't he or was 't his foes If he it was to rise againe To bring them fresher woes The prince of darknesse Captaine was The chiefest in this fight Who from his nature hath his name His workes are blacke as night With him comes sinne comes death comes losse Their force they doe unite That so their blowes and darts on him Together at once might light Now now or never saith this Prince I must me conquest bring Or else a captive I must be Under this mighty King This fight was sore to fleshly view All might have thought the day It had beene lost and we been caught In hels hands for a prey But when all fleshly strength did faile Then was the chiefest time For righteousnesse to shew it selfe Most glorious and sublime The glory of the God-head great Upon this Christ our King Did rest and eke it selfe display And there in triumph sing There truth and mercy met at once Each strove to get the day But being reconcil'd at length To other each did say We 'll joyne our sweetnesse and our might And goe with glorious traine That so we may revive and blesse Those that were counted slaine How mighty did the Godhead flow about our Saviour sweet And by it did present himselfe a sacrifice most meet For great Jehovah to delight and please himselfe withall When he beholds his souldiers stout led bondage into thrall These souldiers are his Attributes each glorious for to see Well furnish'd both with skill and strength to make his enemies flee Where 's death become