Selected quad for the lemma: work_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
work_n	dead_a	faith_n	lively_a	5,187	5	10.6802	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65524	Otia sacra optima fides	Westmorland, Mildmay Fane, Earl of, 1601-1666.	1648 (1648)	Wing W1476; ESTC R226695	62,629	185

Ascendamus per benevolentiam humilitatis ipsius in Gloriam Sic responsum habeamus Quando sponsum videamus Vt deposito Terrestri simus induti cum caelesti Et sepositis in sepulchro Carnalibus Non illic speretur frui spiritualibus Sed veriùs de talibus dici potest hic non enim surrecti sunt eū illis Animae nostrae Foelices ter amplius Qui Peccato ita Mortui fuerint Vt simul cum Christo quam certissimè resurrexerint The necessity and grounds of Faith MAN in the state of Innocency knew Nothing to fear whom all things were set under But was Created by perfections pattern And so above all hopes till he whose Pride Sent him like Lightning from the place of Bliss To become Prince of Darkness which alone Proves Nurse to Envie and Maliciousness Drownd in his hopeless Fortunes seeks all means To make fond Man partaker of his woe By Deprivation not of Paradise Alone but of the glorious Makers presence And of those Visions Beatificall The Banishment from which is Held to be The Chief of Torments threatned for degree So 't was decreed to sharpen Satans Crime Sweeten Gods Mercy t' cause his Comforts less Gods glory to appear by much the more And therefore mark how 't fals out Man's alone So God provides him for Companion Part of himself a help but such whose skill Fit to receive the subtil Serpents guile And help to cheat too when the subject's Pride Ambition or the like what ere 's forbidden As straight betrayes him to the greatest offence He could have faln in Disobedience Now whilst he seeks to know hee 's Ignorant Yet knows more than he should That he was nak'd And so provides him Leaves to Cover that Which without Leave he thus was stript into Nor rests he there secure it seems the guilt Of what he had done presented as a glass His Souls deformity through Nakedness In not beleeving God whose Voice but heard They Boldly enter Thickets though afraid Hence may that Passion count its age and then What antidote prescribable save hope That still Looks forward ' less in Promises Which calls the thoughts back to see what shall come And this must work by Faith and Faith recall The first Seducers Doom to be o'rcome By the same sexes Issue was o'rcome first Which is the substance of our wish'd Desires And Evidence of what each soul admires Yet sees not though thereby Salvation 's wrought And Grace to win it Absence prompts the minde To Incredulity till faithfulness Grounded upon those Promises ne'r fail Assures it self of Pardon and forgiveness Through him that was accus'd condemn'd and died Yet Lives to try and Judge hereafter all By whose alone sufficiency of Merits And intercession as our Mediator There is found ground and Ankerage for Hope To Stretch the Justifying Cable on When all that ever from our selves proceeds Avails us nothing but t' increase misdeeds Yet as a Body without motion Or spirits quickening so Faith alone Without some operative concurrences Is Dead not Lively but a Dream or Shadow Chimera or such like wherein we seem To have some fancy-glimmerings of the truth Yet not beleeve it not so much awake As t' apprehend Christ and his benefits So suit our works according to his will Whose will it was to suffer that which we Deserved had and t' undergo the wrath We justly had pull'd down upon our selves The outward sense prevails much with our nature And every one is apt to apprehend Some wonders thence from Lightning Thunder Hail The stormie winds and Tempests without doubt Gods warning-peece laden with Natures Cartridge Whereat the very Heathen feat and tremble And the Meer worldling is convinc'd thereby To think there is a God whilst all the fruits And benefits the earth repays him with For all his sweat and labour be ascribes Solely to th' Seasons temperature and bounty Not thinking in whose Fist the deeps and hills are And Both for Nature couples them impute What ever good successes they obtain Or health strength wealth enjoy to Casualty Chance or Good Fortune as they call it born To tread a few steps here and then return They know not whither they beleeve still well So how they should beleeve well scorn to Learn When on the contrary that Soul subdues The motions of the sensuall appetite Which causes surfet upon outward means And fixes all Imagination Up to the Throne from whence all blessings rain And Chastisements but drop yet so as when They mollifie not with their often fall They surely doe confound and break withall Is in pursuance of the Makers praise And contemplation of that work of Wonders Made the Centurion first think of God It doth beleeve the Sampler and endevour To work it stitch by stitch whereof such Love Was never shewn before begins the Thred Humility and Meekness seconds it Charity Patience and Long-sufferance Winde up the Bottom for these well Cast o're Will perfect Faith so that it need no more To Rise to him that did descend for Us And bring his Mercies down to take that rise by Craving his Healing Wings to Impe our Feathers That so we flagg not through Lasiness Towards what good is nor yet make a plain Discovery that our quarry still is earth But like the true-bred Chicken of the Eagle With rais'd up Beak behold the glorious Sun That Sun of Righteousness till all the Dark And misty Vapours that our sins had rais'd Dispell and vanish at his Merits Rayes No Balm from Gilead may refresh and heal The festered sores of our Corruptions But such as that Samaritan applyes For as our Leprousie through sin was grown To a more cankered Infection Then Naman the Assyrian's and Gahezies There must another Iordan be found out To work the cure a Purple stream of blood Flowing out of a precious saving Side To wash our Souls white when apply'd by Faith Not onely Seven times but all that Time Alots us here to breath in That Disease Compar'd to snow being cur'd resumes the flesh Of a young Infant Here an Infants flesh And blood not spar'd procures so bright a tincture As that no snow can parallel for whiteness The Lambs blood-washed Robes wherein the Saints Are clad here first by Christian faith and Grace And therein drest hereafter enter glory So thenceforth shall we promise happiness Unto our selves in each condition When our Assurance for foundation Hath the try'd Corner-stone and all the fabrick Is pedestall'd upon those precious piles He bore and bore him bidding us bear after And by which plenall satisfaction The Vials of his Fathers wrath were stopt God by reproof sends Sluggards to the Ant