Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	heart_n	heaven_n	love_v	5,566	5	5.9099	4	true

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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

did His Daughter sacrifice to God on high Or consecrate her to virginity Whether Naaman a real convert were Or one in semblance only did appear That scripture then each one that runs shal read Why then are they baptized for the dead When saints the heavenly paradise inherit They shal be hold with ravishment of spirit Those sacred mysteries which here below Some boldly dive into but cannot know They then shal see and shal rejoyce to see How three make one and one again makes three They then shal apprehend with admiration The miracles of Christ his incarnation They then the dark and secret mystery Of providence exactly shal descry While we in tenements of clay do dwel What God is doing of we cannot tel He many times in short-hand writeth and His characters we cannot understand We seeing here but darkly through a glass The footsteps of his providence can't trace But when we'e vested in the costly dress And choice attire of heavens happiness A reason of divine transactions we Shal then without al peradventure see In every providence we then no doubt A wonder or a mercy shal spy out A Limner at the first albeit indu'd With skil enough yet maketh but a rude Draught in the picture but when every part And lineament is limm'd out by his art And in their colours laid it by and by Appears most amiable to the eye We who in robes of flesh are cloathed here Do only see a rude draught as it were Some pieces of mysterious providence Obscurely shadowed out but when from hence We at the haven of felicity Arrived are and clearly do descry The pourtraiture of providence drawn ous In al its lively colours it no doubt Will be a blessed and a glorious sight Feeding the soul with infinite delight In fine when saints upon the shoar do land Of blessedness they then shal understand The mystery of hearts they then shal see To their content an heart anatomy For every work with every secret thing Jehovah then shal into judgement bring They then the cabinet designes shal ken And privy counsels of the hearts of men The heart is deep we may it wel compare Unto a river that hath very fair Streams gliding on the top but when this brook Comes to be drain'd who so doth in it look Much vermine at the bottom shal espy That lay before concealed from the eye Thus with the heart of man it is some fair Streams running on the top there oft-times are A civil life a specious pretence Of zeal of purity and innocence But when the tryer of the reins shal come To drain this river at the day of doom When God shal make a ful discovery Of hearts the crawling vermine by and by Of avarice and of ambition shal Appear and clearly be discern'd of al All secret things shal then be brought to light 'T were worth the dying to behold that sight The Saints Love perfected in Heaven LOve is the jewel the rich ornament with which Christs Bride is deckt more excellent 'T is in a sense than Faith for love doth never Cease but abides for aye as soon as ever The saints to heaven come Faiths orient Gem They straight put off but not loves Diadem Loves sparkling beams with their resplendency Shal gild the soul to al eternity VVhile here below we wallow in the mire Our love to God is rather a desire But when upon the spicy Mountain we Of bliss are lodg'd and face to face do see VVhen Hallelujahs we shal with the quire Of angels sing the smoak then of desire Into a ●●ame of Love blown up shal be VVe then shal Love God in the highest degree Our love is luke-warme here and sometimes frozen It much afflicts the spirits of the chosen That in the grace of Love they are so poor And that they can their Maker love no more But there 's a time approaching shortly whan Their Love shal blaze and burn as hot as 't can The damned in a flame of fire shal be The saints of Love to perpetuitie Here flattering objects steal our Love away From God but there it never shal decay You in the morning may behold the grass With drops of dew al covered over as So many pearls but when the sun draws near With scorching beams they straightway disappear Perchance wh●n our affections once are stirr'd Up by the quickning vertue of the VVord Or when we see the pretious bloud of Christ Trickling as 't were down in the Eucharist Our hearts then melt with love some love-drops fal Down from the Limbecks of our eyes but al Again doth vanish in a little space And our first-love declines and spends apace While here on Earth we Mortals have our station This matter is of great humiliation But when our God in glory we shal see Our Love shal fix'd as wel as fervent be It ne're shal taken off be any more From him whom Saints and Angels al adore Such beauty in Jehovah then shal shine That alwayes as a Load-stone most divine He sweetly shal attract each heart and eye Oh blessed fight Oh rare felicity Between the saints a mutual accord There shal be too there Enmity's abhor'd The Pulse of their affection towards each other Shal strongly beat here brother strives with brother But in the Paradise above the plant Of Love arrives at perfect growth I grant Our natures here are sometime so defac'd That grace cannot so great a lustre cast In aiming at that mark we here shoot wide Bad men unite when good-men oft divide 'Mong saints contentions never were more hot Nor Love more cold saints against saints do plot Many there are who Members are of Christ Whose musick al in discords doth consist Whose Harp the Cross is who the truth pretend To Love but won't an ear to concord lend Divisions are the powder-plot whereby Satan blows up the Churches unity Sin brought forth separation and this Daughter Her cursed Mother too much taking after The Grand-child of Division to our smart Hath born great thoughts searchings there of heart Are for these things it is no marvel I Conceive at al to hear the Harlot cry Pray let the Child divided be But oh To hear the Mother of the Child say so That 's very sad No wonder 't is to see Pope Jesuite and Sectary agree To rend the bowels of their tender Mother But for one saint to persecute another That 's very strange 't is such a sight as doth Provoke to pity and amazement both For VVolves to worry Lambs 't is usual For Lambs each other that 's unnatural It is an ordinary thing you know Among the thorns to see Christs Lilly grow But for this Lilly to become a thorn And tear it self to see 't who doth not mourn Well this a foil wil be the more to set Off Heaven there our Love shal ever get And kept the upper hand of Enmity Of judgement there no difference shal be I' th journies end saints shal

to be had In any other if they be not clad VVith his unspotted robes of righteousness They can't be sav'd in any other dress There 's no name under heaven that can ease us Of sins enthralment but the name of Jesus Saints by his merits only do attain Eternal life which is the greatest gain Good works to heavens kingdom are the way The cause of reigning that we dare not say Christ is the Door and there 's no entring in But by his bloud which clonseth from all sin He is the curtain the refreshing screen Us and Gods scorching ire that stands between The deluge of his wrath no man can shun Unless with speed into this ark he run They lose themselves for ever who assay To go to heaven any other way The Fourth Mark THeir souls oft soar above the spangled sky And unto Heaven in contemplation fly Mount Tabor they do frequently ascend To eye the glory that may there be kenn'd They heaven alwayes have within their eye VVhich makes them earthly trifles to defie Their hearts are only fix'd on things above These are the chiefest objects of their love The blessed God their thoughts still dwel upon An eartely saint's a contradiction Though they to so journ here below are driven Yet is their conversation still in heaven There is their treasure there their chief estate From which no wile their hearts can separate How to be great on earth is not their plot They use the world as though they us'd it not The pleasures of this life they little heed Their thoughts upon the fairest objects feed They 'r alwayes pressing forward tow'rds the mark And long to taste the Manna in heav'ns ark The Fifth Practical Conclusion O Long to be installed in the throne Of endless glory let thy spirit groan After a full and plenary possession Of blessedness transcending all expression Pant after that unparallell'd estate One mite whereof surpasseth all conceit Be like the Bird of Paradise which they say Being intangled in the snare straightway Begins to strive and never giveth o're Till she enjoy her freedom as before Sing Simeons swan-like song at his decease Lord let thy servant now depart in peace Welcome the messenger of death which brings Most joyful tydings from the King of Kings Which tells the saints of an approaching crown Of matchless glory honour and renown Death is the chariot which without delay Saints to their Fathers house soon bears away Death lodgeth souls i' th' twinckling of an eye In the sweet bosome of felicity Death is to humble penitents no less Then a short entrance into happiness Their nasty loathsome rags death frees them from And gives them change of raiment in their room Death is the saints ascension day to bliss Their marriage day with Jesus Christ it is Death is the Charter of their liberty The period of their pain and misery Death gives them an immunity from sin And frees them from the fears they once were in Death is the bane of woe the grave of vice The portal opening into Paradise Where grace that in the bud was here below Into the flow'r of glory straight shal blow Where saints immortal souls made more divine Shal with the Di'monds of perfection shine Where they to their unspeakable delight Of God himself shal have a perfect sight VVhere in their wills there shal a likeness be To God in holiness and purity VVhere having shot the gulph of Death they shal VVear on their heads a crown imperial VVhere the rich caskets of their souls shal be O'relaid with glories best embroiderie VVhere in the river they of pleasures shal Be bath'd whose sweetness is perpetual VVhere no contaminating tincture e're Shall their unspotted purity besmear VVhere God himself unto the saints shall be A spring of life to perpetuitie Where they shal in the fragrant bosome li● Of their beloved to eternitie Where saints by vertue of their Saviours merit Shal alwayes have fresh in-comes of the spirit VVhere the enammel of their glory shal Never wear off nor soiled be at all VVhere they shal have a rich redundancy Of peace joy comfort and serenity Where they their safety shal behold from all Insulting foes and their eternal thrall VVhere they a glorious kingdom shal receive Of which no power on earth can them bereave VVhere they shal be partakers of that joy VVhich will them satisfie but never cloy VVhere Baca into Beracha shal be Converted mourning into melody VVhere brinish tears shal never dim their eyes Nor shal their ears be frighted more with cryes Where sorrows ne're shal damp their hearrs again Nor shal their senses be disturb'd with pain VVhere they no more shal persecuted be By Satans imps for their integrity VVhere saints with sparkling Gems of glory shal Be deck'd and not be envi'd for 't at all VVhere length of years without the least decay Of strength they shal enjoy yea where for ay They shal be blessed with the love of many And need not fear the jealoufie of any VVhere for their labour a Quietus est Each saint shal have and ever be at rest Where life and immortality they shall Have for their death in Christ and Christ for all The Conclusion of the whole THe Glory that within the curtain lies Can't measur'd be by our capacities There 's more within the vaile than by the best And most sublimed saint can be exprest Grace may believe 't but Reason cannot sound The bottom of 't though never so profound In fathoming this rich inheritance What 's all acuteness but meer ignorance He cannot reach this glory that 's indu'de VVith knowledge in the largest latitude If Natures secretary did not know The cause why Euripus did ebbe and flow O how then would his Reason puzz'led be To sound the Ocean of Eternity VVhat the inspired Pen-man doth relate Of natural men and unregenerate Respectively to spir'tuals that they are Not able them to comprehend or bear The same more truly may asserted be In reference unto Eternity 'T is with the prospect of eternity As to the Ocean it is with the eye It may its surface not its bottom see And so some dark and glimmering knowledge we May have of heaven but no mortal eye Into its in side able is to pry The blind-man half restored to his sight Said Lo I see by this imperfect light Men walk as trees So may a pur-blind eye Glance at the riches of Eternity Some few weak parcels of the knowledge we May of it gain but not its Centre see He that was carri'd up above the sky To see a Landskip of Felicity To take a view of those transcendencies Heaven was enrich'd withal what there his eyes Had seen to their ineffable content At his return with what astonishment Doth he relate it Yea he doth confess Words were too weak his Vision to express The ravishing and beatifical Sights which his eyes had blessed been withal VVere not to be pourtrai'd in all their glory By th'