Selected quad for the lemma: sin_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sin_n	heart_n	sorrow_n	tear_n	3,398	5	8.0837	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57191	Great Britains jubile, or, A rural present to His Royall Majesty, my gracious, renowned and admired soveraign, Charles the IJd of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, defender of the faith, &c. in divers panegyricks and poems on several objects, persons, and occasions : relating to his sacred person, and progress / by Lancelot Reynolds, Gent.	Reynolds, Lancelot.	1662 (1662)	Wing R1319; ESTC R12010	34,891	114

have your Kings love here on earth King of Kings make you happy in your death May Gods Spirit joy you e're above all Be ready when God for your soul shall call As there are several degrees ' mongst men So in Heav'n Saints Angels and Syraphen As the King hath honoured my dear friend So to his Family let it extend According to his worth let 's praises yield Unto that well deserving Merrefield After all honour when 't shall please your Maker Of heavens joys may you be made partaker Enough you 'l have when Angels shall you bring To glory your blest soul to Christ your King ON HEARING OF THE DEATH Of my dear and admired SOVERAIGN LORD KING CHARLES the First GRief doth afflict and pierce my tender heart That death hath slain my Soverain with his dart Cannibals they were did act the devils part Make brave royal Branches and whole Kingdoms smart Was there no mean to qualifie your ire But that your wrath must burn with hellish fire Oh cursed Monsters to do such athing To murder our Soveraign Lord and King What shall I say 't was sin that did provoke God for to strike us with so sharpe a stroke For to deprive him of his precious breath And snatcht his life away by untimely death Ah curs'd Miscr'ant to lay thy hand on him For to commit so horrid bloody sin Did not thy heart with sorrow then relent And cause thy wicked heart for to repent For so great mischief bloody crying sin That will eternal vengeance after bring Where were thy eys within thy cursed head To strike the fonntain of Life our Soverain dead I wept and bath'd mine eyes in morning tears For death of my dear Soveraign Lord and King It was to qualifie my grief and fears For that sad Act Repentance it will bring Had I not been in my dear brothers house I might been cut by Soldiers smals a mouse Cap. 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C●●●l th First his Army liv'd and d●'d ●t Waym●uth They would soon have holpt me from my weeping And brought me to an untimely sleeping God will revenge him on that cursed wretch Who did his murdering hand out-boldy stretch For to cut off our gracious Sov'raigns head The grief thereof did strike me almost dead That Monster that did cut off that sacred head Did strike the Nobles and the kingdom dead Dead in Repute in Misery and in fame Stain to our noble Nation English name The wicked Vipers hasten'd him away Gods holy Angels did his soul conveigh To heav'nly Canaan there to be crown'd King With glorious Saints and Angels Anthemes sing On sight of supposed ANGELS In shape of DUCKS Hovering over King Charles the first when he was beheaded WHy do you talk of Ducks they Angels were Souldiers could not discern them their eyes The bright Angels waited for to conveigh b'ing blear King Charle's soul though's life were made a prey His blood did drown their Consciences full deep Whiles many for our Soveraign Lord did weep The blessed Angels hover d'ore his head And waited on him after he was dead Who did conveigh his blessed soul to bliss To a heav'nly Mansion endless happiness ON Sight of the Death of that HONOURABLE LEARNED Kt. S IR. HEN. HYDE On the fourth of March 1650. RIch rare transcendent Hyde when thou didst die My heart did grieve my eys did weep the sky Was overcast with sable blackness sad For to behold an action was so bad Loyal brave Hyde when thou didst loose thy head My heart with grief and inward sorrow bled The fourth of March was that fatal day That brave Sir Henry Hyde was snatcht away by cruel sudden and untimely death Who in high language spent his vital breath He faithfully serv'd his royal Master His enemies made him of death a Taster It griev'd me for to see his head fall down He fell so low for love unto the Crown I hope brave Hyde did not the Merchants wrong But that it was a lash of a false tongue I could scarce write these lines without weeping eye My eyes did weep when that brave soul did die Though 's body dead his soul shall e're remain With his Lord Christ for ever to reign Henry Rich Lord it doth import E're lov'd the word to it resort No man more loyal to his King Rebellious men did his soul sting Yet 's Prayers did in Gods ears ring Hyde laid down his life for serving his King In loyal manner b'ing a blessed thing Death did not sad him nor his heart dismay Expecting to live with his Lord Christ alway His soul is gone to eternal rest Ended now is his mortal sorrow No piercing cares can him molest Everlasting joyes did him follow Repine not therefore at his bliss If thou live well thy joy shall be like his Hope doth assure me Hyde's soul 's gone to heav'n In this life though of 's life he were bereav'n Death did deprive him here of a few days Enemies sent him to heav'n his God to praise On Sight and Hearing of my HONOURED FRIEND GEORGE FVLFFORD Esq One of His Majesties Justices of the PEACE For the County of DORSCET at Prayers with his Family the tenth of August 1661. BY fervent Prayer thou dost so discry And raise the soul up to Eternity Mount up rich soul with your heart and voice And cause those hear you in their hearts rejoyce God long continue your most happy days To tune your tongue to your Creators praise Inspire your heart with a heavenly flame As long as life continue praise his name Assist you in your Prayers by his spirit After may your soul heav'n inherit Accept my language from a faultring pen Who will reverence you'mongst worthy men May your prayers ascend and pierce the sky And your soul mount up and with Angels fly After you 've done your service parted hence God give your soul in heav'n a recompence When that your days on earth are past away God give your soul a divine alchion day Christs precious blood 's your balm that balms your bless God bring your soul to endless happiness By Christs his merits so rewarded be Make you happy to all Eternity ON MY HONOURED FRIEND GEORGE FVLFFORD Esq at Prayers with his Family c. BY zealous Prayer thou dost soar aloft Fly up by Faith to Christ our souls who bought Dear 't was indeed it cost him his heart blood To save our precious souls and do men good Oh what a various change of divine things Flows from your blest mouth to the King of Kings Your heav'nly tongue doth inchant the ear With ravishing comforts of our Saviour dear What heav'nly language doth from you flow Nectar proceeds from you though here below A constant servant to our Soveraign true With honour you are graced 't is your due Your Graces are divine and eminent Translucent shine rich rare and transcendent Oh my dear friend you do my mind content To admiration divine ravishment Most rare you