Selected quad for the lemma: world_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
world_n	death_n	sin_n	sting_n	3,612	5	12.7179	5	true

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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

His meek Humility and chief of graces Favours us with forbearance Let 's come home Whilst 't is to Day for who can tell to whom The morrow shall belong and in that way Tract by the Prodigall i' th Parable Seek out our Fathers face with love and meekness And we are sure of his embracing Armes For though through Natures subtilty we have been As 't were hid deep within the caves of Earth Buried in Worldly cogitations The Merchant of our Souls did spare no pains Nor cost in myning through the earths dark vains To purchase us so brings again to light Yet as pure Gold requires the Finers art And Diamonds polishing and to be cut So here He past the Furnace and became Chief Jeweller for 't was the Blood o' th Lamb Not of he-Goats could serve and if we grinde Our selves for Sin to powder we 'r Refin'd So as at first we were unman'd by her Should be our help that still she might so prove God brings't about no other Vessell serves To entertain a ghest of so great price As that must Ransome all the world besides But of that Sex and though the news at first Strook terrour and amazement afterwards It was sole Remedy against fear for as The name of Caesar to the Seaman once Prov'd of security sufficient To make him put to Sea So here the Virgin Assured that 't was Emmanuel she carryed Gave Ioseph courage not t' abandon Her But casting Anchor on those promises To become full of Faith and by what ere The Lord suggested In that Course to steer Thus was time brought abed of what its young And tender Infancy had onely shewn By Revelation to the Patriarchs Prophets and men of God and which now past Upon these latter Times by Faith is cast So he that was before all time begun Came in the fulness and remains a Son To mediate with the Father that our fears Cancell'd by Faith we might become Coheirs Bona Regni Terreni Potestas quibus opponuntur Infirmitas Horor quibus opponuntur Ignominia Divitiae quibus opponuntur Paupertas Deliciae quibus opponuntur Luctus Regni Coelestis Haec Temporaria sine Illis Sempiterna Illis Joyes Flitting Pleasures Transitory Lie Accompanied with much Infirmitie Below here whilst without th' allay of wo Heav'n for eternity doth those bestow The Brazen Serpent THe world 's a Wilderness and Man therein Exposed to the bite and sting of Sin Whose wages Death from that same curse began Ushering in need of a Physitian Then did the Great Creator of Mankinde And all things else a ready Balsame finde To cure those wounds corrupted Nature so Contracted had for its own overthrow Whose Mercy by a Type at first invites Unto belief the stiff-neck'd Israelites Brings Moses into credit as they pass By setting up a Serpent made of Brass To foil Sin at 's own weapon and to bring The future hopes of our recovering By Him alone who lifted on the Tree A cursed Death endur'd to set us free His goared Head Pierc'd Side and Hands and Feet With Crown of Thorns and Spears and Nails did meet That we might tread on Carpets and become Coheirs with Him in truest Elizium That bitter Cup he did vouchsafe to pledg For us whose teeth by sower grapes set on edg Were almost helpless must incite us on To seek the liquor of salvation Taste Vineger and Gall here first and be Greatly Ambitious of humilitie Cast down our selves for him was rais'd for us If we desire to rise Glorious Bear Crosse be rob'd and hurt shame undergo Passe from Ierusalem to Iericho There meet with theeves no healing hopes we can Expect but from This true Samaritan Good Fridays Reveille or on the Passion Salutis Cataplasmus MAy we call this Dayes task to minde And prove we to each other still unkinde Doth Passion bear o'r Reason sway Making us quite neglect this Passion day Why are we suffer'd so to err As not t' remember our Great Sufferer In Praises due who whilst he dies Shews what He 'd have us doe for Enemies Forgive them first for thus He sues Unto His Father for the cursed Jewes Next whatsoever Crosses come To be like Sheep before the Shearers dumb Or Lambs unto the Slaughter led In Meekness not with fury hurryed Then through that Conflict he endur'd If humbly we beleeve we shall be cur'd For it falls short in other art To frame a remedy for such a smart As from the sting of doing amiss In following Sin to death here heap'd up is And to apply this Plaister lay it on There needs no Others hand save Faith's alone On Easter-day 1648. Death where is thy sting Grave where is thy victory EAch thing below here hath its day As in the Proverb 's said And so it comes to pass that they Conquer are Conquered For He who for mans fault assign'd Death and 2 Graves reward Was pleas'd those bands for to unbind And so himself not spar'd But issuing forth his heav'nly throne Vouchsafes the Earth to bless And became here a little One To make our Crimes goe less Not that our disobedience can In weight or measure shrink But that this Great Physitian Before us takes the drink That bitter Potion we had Deserv'd to quaff and thus He weeps Himself and becomes sad To purchase Joy for us And more than so for every one Will for his friend lay down Some spark of love but he alone His Enemies to crown Refus'd not Death so deep from high His Mercies did extend And if you ask the reason why 'T was meer for Mercies end Yet that grim Death and mouldy Grave No longer be His Prison Than He himself alone would have He ' bides not there but 's risen And if we would as Conquerors rise With him who vanquish'd those We must not fear where danger lies For Him all to expose But though the Grave doe open stand And persecutions reign At Hels desire and Deaths command Look on our Sovereign His Banner doth present the Cross He bore and bare Him too For us and we must count it loss To fail what he did do Thus Sin and Hell the Grave and Death Must quit the field and fly Whilst in contempt of borrow'd breath We 'd live Eternally Thrice happy day whereon the Sun Of Righteousness did rise And such a glorious Conquest won By being our Sacrifice And as unhappy He that shall Not finde the white and best Of Stones to mark the same withall And priz't above the rest To Prince CHARLES in Aprill 1648. Upon the hopes of his Return SEems not the Sun more Glorious in his ray When as the Cloud that shadowed's blown away Is not each beam He darts then truly said Of triple heat after being sequestred The Crimson streaks belace the Damaskt West Calcin'd by night rise pure Gold from the East And cast so fair a Dapple o'r