Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	earth_n	let_v	world_n	7,505	5	4.6050	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43384	Select hymns, taken out of Mr. Herbert's Temple, and turn'd into the common metre To be sung in the tunes ordinarily us'd in churches.; Temple. Selections	Herbert, George, 1593-1633.; Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700.	1697 (1697)	Wing H1515A; ESTC R221290	17,526	49

prove If thou giv'st Wealth I will restore All back unto Thee by the Poor If Thou giv'st Honour Men shall see The Honour doth belong to Thee If Bosom-Friends should rend thy Name I will rend thence their Love and Fame The World and I 'll fall out the Year Shall not perceive that I am here My Musick shall find Thee each string Shall have its Attribute to sing That all may well accord in Thee And prove one God one Harmony The Agony To the Tune of Psalm 119. 1. PHilosophers have measur'd Hills Fathom'd Seas traced Springs Walk't with their Iacob's-staff to Heaven But there are two vast things The which to measure sound or trace It doth them most behove Yet few or none can find their depth These two are Sin and Love 2. Who would know Sin let him repair To Olivet and see One wrung with Pains that Skin and Hair And Garments bloody be For Sin and Wrath the Wine-press was Which squeez'd Him forcing Pain Through Soul and Body Head and Heart Hands Feet and every Vein 3. Who knows not Love let him but taste The Juice a Souldiers Pike Did set abroach then let him tell Who e're did taste the like Love is that Liquor passing-sweet A Drink that is Divine 'T is what my God did feel as Blood But what I taste as Wine The Passion To the Tune of Psalm 100. SInce Blood is fittest Lord to write Thy Sorrows in and bloody flight My Heart hath store write there wherein One Box doth lye both Ink and Sin That when Sin spies so many Foes Thy Whips thy Nails thy Wounds thy Woes All come to lo●g● there Sin may say No room for me and fly away Sin being g 〈…〉 oh fill the place And keep Possession with thy Grace Lest Sin take Courage and return And all the Writings blot or burn Easter To the Tune of Psalm 100. THe Lord is risen sing his Praise Rise thou my Heart without delaies Awake my Lute and do thy Part Or struggle for 't with all thy Art The Cross hath taught this Wood His Name To sound who once did bear the same Strecht Sinews teach these Strings what Key Is best to celebrate this Day Both Heart and Lute shall twist a Song In Holy Consort good and long And let thy Spirit bear a Part To mend our faults by his sweet Art I got me Flowers to strow the way I got me Boughs of many a Tree But thou wast up by break of Day And brought'st thy Sweets along with Thee The Sun arising in the East Though He give Light and th' East perfume If they should offer to contest With thy arising they presume Can there be any Day but this Though many Suns to shine endeavour We count three Hundred but we miss There is but One and that One ever Prayer PRayer the Churches Banquet is Prayer the Angels Age Prayer the Soul in Paraphrase The Heart in Pilgrimage God's breath in Man returning thither From whence it had its Birth Prayer the Christian Plummet is That soundeth Heav'n and Earth Prayer reversed Thunder is And Christ's side-peircing Spear Prayer's a kind of heav'nly Tune Which all things hear and fear Engine against the Almighty One It is the Sinners Tower The World that was a Six-days Work Transposing in an Hour Softness and Peace and Spiritual Joy Prayer is Love and Bliss It is as 't were the Milky-way The Bird of Paradice Prayer exalted Manna is And gladness of the best Heaven in Ordinary 't is Prayer is Man well drest The Church-Bell's heard beyond the Stars It is the Souls Heart-blood A kind of Land of Spices 't is And something understood Holy Communion NOt in a rich or fine Aray Nor in a wedge of Gold Dost thou thy self to me convey Who once for me wast Sold. But in a way of Nourishment Thou creep'st into my Breast Setting my Soul upon the wing To fly unto her rest Give me my Captive Soul or take My Body also thither Another lift like this will make Them both to be together Before that Sin turn'd Flesh to Stone And all our Lump to Leaven A fervent Sigh might well have blown Our inn'cent Earth to Heaven For sure when Adam did not know To Sin or Sin to smother He might to Heaven from Paradise go As from one room t'another Thou hast restor'd us to this ease By this thy Heavenly Blood Which I can go to when I please And leave th' Earth to their Food Antiphon To the Tune of Psalm 148. Vers. THe Heav'ns are not too high His Praise may thither fly The Earth is not too low His Praises there may grow Chor. Let all the World Rejoyce and Sing And still repeat My God and King Vers. The Church with Psalms must shout No Door can keep them out But above all the Heart Must bear the longest part Chor. Let all the World Rejoyce and Sing And still repeat My God and King The Temper HOw should I Praise thee and my Rhymes Engrave thy Love in Steel If what my Soul doth feel sometimes My Soul might ever feel Though there were forty Heav'ns or more I peer above them all Sometimes I hardly reach a score Sometimes to Hell I fall O rack me not to such extent Such distance is for Thee The World 's too little for thy Tent A Grave too big for me Wilt thou mete Arms with Man or stretch Thy Dust from Heav'n to Hell Will great God measure with a Wretch Shall He thy Stature Spell O when thy Roof my Soul hath hid Let me but Nestle there Then of a Sinner thou art rid And I of Hope and Fear Yet take thy way for that is best Stretch or Contract thy Debtor This is but tuning of my Breast To make the Musick better Pentecost To the Tune of Psalm 100. LIsten sweet Dove unto my Song And spread thy golden Wings on me Hatching my tender Heart so long Till it get Wing and fly with Thee Where is that Fire which once descended On thy Apostles Thou didst then Keep open House richly attended Feasting all Comers by Twelve Men. Such glorious Gifts thou didst bestow That th' Earth did like a Heav'n appear The Stars were coming down to know How to mend Wages and serve here The Sun which once did shine alone Hung down his Head and wisht for Night When He beheld twelve Suns for one Tracing the World and giving Light But since those Pipes of Gold which brought The Cordial Water to our ground Were out and martyr'd by their fault Who did themselves through their Sides wound Thou shut'st the Door and keep'st within Scarce a good Joy creeps through the Chink And if the braves of Conquering Sin Did not excite Thee we should sink Lord though we change thou art the same The same sweet God of Love and Light Restore this Day for thy great Name Unto its ancient glorious Right Dominica Trinitatis To the Tune of Psalm 67. THou 'st fram'd me out of Mud Redeem'd me