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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
world_n	church_n	militant_a	triumphant_a	2,228	5	11.7299	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63574	Grapes from Canaan, or, The believers present taste of future glory expressed in a short divine poem, the issue of spare hours, and published at the request, and for the entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments.	Taylor, Francis, 1590-1656.	1658 (1658)	Wing T280; ESTC R20740	35,830	120

too transcendent too sublime and high E're to be ken'd by Natures pur-blind eye THE SAINTS SHALL BE WITH CHRIST IN HEAVEN THe Doctor of the Gentiles grand desire To be dissolved was he did aspire To the encircling armes of Christ which he Deemed the center of felicitie A Priviledge of the first magnitude A blessing that all blessings did include Surely we can no losers be by being With Christ who is almighty and all-seeing While we 're engarrison'd in slime too much Of the wild olive still remains in such As are indeed converted but when death Dams up the passage of our fleeting breath As young and tender Scions then shall we Into a better stock engrafted be We then shall be with Christ whose company Our hearts will ravish to eternity A perfect state more glorious is by far Than an imperfect here our graces are Our richest jewels but their lustre they Don't in this life unto the full display They 'r like the Moon which when it shines most bright Hath a dark spot most obvious to our sight Our pretious Faith a jewel in Gods eye O●● blended is with incredulity And our humility with so much pride Is stain'd that it can hardly be descri'd Our graces flame alas is not so pure But that some smoak doth often it obscure Our Vertues here are in their infancy And can't arrive at full maturity Till on the top of Jacobs Ladder we Are mounted and do Christ in heaven see To be with Christ is held in sacred story To be the highest link i' th chain of glory What is' t the pious soul esteems most meet For him to covet is it not the sweet Presence of Christ For nought on earth he cares But what the image of his Saviour bears He loves religious duties but whence is' t Because they manuductions are to Christ He prayes and praiseth prayers excellence Cause souls with Christ have private conference He hears the Word and strives it to obey Because to Christ it ch●lketh out the way Christ on the spirits wings to us doth flie VVe plume'd with Faith to him again do hie If in an O●d'nance Christ be not insteed Of meat we on an empty dish do feed Christ's all a Christian can desire and more The sev'ral graces which i' th saints of yore A pleasing luster yielded though but dim Are all at once conspicuous in him VVho so by Fuith most sublimated is He neither hath a head-piece to devise Nor heart to cover all that 's to be found In Christ but when we on the holy ground Of heaven tread the great Jehovah will Enlarge our narrow Vessels and them fill Up to the very brim as once with VVine Christ did the water-pots by 's power Divine The sight of Christ unto a saint that is Translated and enammelled with bliss A more delightful object will appear Than e're his eyes beheld VVhen he was here On earth the light of his Divinitie In the dark-la●thorn did obscured lie Of his humanity yet even then The saints in him did so much beauty ken Through Faiths prospective-glass as did delight Their hearts and ravish their amazed sight But Oh! what glittering beams of matchless worth And peerless excellence shall sparkle forth From Christ when saints shall see him as he is Shining in glory in the sphear of bliss O what a blessed sight will 't be to see Christ clad i' th' Robes of our humanity And in that humane nature placed higher In dignity than the melodious Quire Of glorious Angels who to heavens King Do everlasting Halelujahs sing Cherubs and Seraphims there are But do The saints believe that these make heaven No I' th' ring of glory Christ's the rarest Gem The richest Pearl i' th' heavenly Diadem Therefore St. Paul desired not to be In heaven but with Christ whose company The heaven is of heav'ns Our being with our blessed Saviour shall Not only local be but conjugal Our eyes shall so behold him as that we Shall be one with him to eternity What neerer is than Union or what 's sweeter It is the spring of joy and makes the creature Happy beyond conceit by vertue we Of that blest Union shall partakers be Of those transcendent beauties wherewithal Christ's humane nature is and ever shall Bespangled be Christ with the glory which His Father gave him will his saints enrich They with his beams shall shine he doth array Them with his graces whilst they 'r in the way But when they to their journeys end are come He them with Robes of Glory welcomes home How full of lustre will the saints appear When they their Saviors richest jewels wear Not only one they with their husband shall Then be but eke resemble him withal In other marriages Brides only do Change their estate but here complexion too Not that in glory Christ conferreth ought Of his own Essence as Socinus taught Saints so much glory as compriz'd may be Within the verge of their humanitie Shall have but though his image he impart Yet not his Essence When the Sun doth dart Its beams and on a glass shines from its sphaere Some print it of its beauty leaveth there And 'twixt the Sun-beam and the glass it is No easie matter to diseern but this Most certain is the glass is not the ray The Sun its likeness only doth convey In Heaven the Saints shall be all KINGS THere too too many are who do aspire After Terrestrial Scepters whose desire Is to be mounted on the throne as though The place where saints must reign were here below We surely then Gods Church on Earth must grant To be triumphant and not militant But see the honour of the saints O they Shall all be Kings at their ascension day VVe of their royal robe and throne of Glory Read in the Book of Books the sacred story The saints that in this world a crown do wear Of thorns shall have a crown of glory there Yea such a crown as hath no cares at all VVoven into 't the crown of Kings oft gall Their royal heads they by experience find Them both with care and sorrow to be lin'd Cyrus the Persian King was wont to say Did men but know the cares which he each day Under a crown imperial did sustain To take it up no doubt they would disdain But lo the crowns of saints in glory shal No mixture know or misery at all They neither are with care of keeping blent Or fear of losing but yield all content O let us then with patience undergo Our momentary troubles here below Let not our light afflictions press us down VVho bear the cross shall also were the crown In Heaven the Saints shall be filled with JOY THe joy of Saints is by their Union bred VVith Christ being fully joyn'd to their Head Their joyes shall then be perfect and for ay God from their eyes shall wipe all tears away With that soft spung which Christ their trusty friend Provided hath before hand for that