Selected quad for the lemma: blood_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	body_n	death_n	lord_n	8,455	5	4.1274	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16730	Auspicante Iehoua Maries exercise.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1597 (1597)	STC 3632; ESTC S109669	16,897	64

whom all things are nothing let hir then bee commended of thee who sawest hir hart for thy bounty to the whol world be thou glorified aboue the world shee was called a poore widdow beecause shee wanted both the wealth of the world and the comfort of hir kind husband but how much might shee bee comforted to be cōmended by thy mercy all comforts faile wher thou art wanting and all ioies abound wher thy comfott is comming O comfort of comforts when wilt thou come vnto mee LORD thou art the husband of my soule the onely comfort of my hart whole substance of my felicity a poore widow am I that wanting the comfort of thy loue haue no ioy in my life I haue not a mite to present vnto thy mercy had I a whole world I would giue it for thy grace but alas I am poore and hast thou any nede of welth that hast the whole world at commaundement doest thou care for drosse that art the LORD of heuen earth no LORD thou wantest nothing therefore what though I haue nothing thou hast giuen mee thy selfe and can any thing take thee from mee no sweet LORD thou hast saide thou wilt haue mercy not Sacrifice a burnt offering I know thou wouldest not accept if I should giue it thee but if any Sacrifice will please thee a contrite hart and a troubled spirit is that which thou wilt not despise with this sacrifice therefore sweet Iesu I come to thee beseeching thee into the treasury of thy mercy with the teares of my hart to receiue me body soule which though lesse worth then one mite is all that I haue to giue thee and well is mee if thou wilt take them to cure them of sin to ease them of sorrow to bring them to ioie but alas I giue thee but thine owne which thou hast bought with thy selfe therefore I beeseech thee refuse not thine owne that belongeth to none but thy sel●e therefore since I haue nothing to giue thee take thine owne vnto thee commend whom it pleaseth thee and be thou commended of all of all I say for all aboue all since that for all in all thou deseruest all commendation to thee sweet Iesus Christ the husband of my soule the substance of my wealth the ioy of my life and assured hope of my saluation that by the bitter death of thy body precious bloud of thy hart hast deerely bought the loue of thy seruants who by thy onely merit being redeemed from hell by the sauing faith of thy mercy are assured of heauen to thee I saie deere CHRIST my deere loue my best husband my heauenly father my gratious LORD onely glorious King with thy heauenly father thy holy spirit he eternal trinity in vnity one onely almighrie and incomprehensible good god for the infinit comforts of thy infinit mercies bee all infinit glory honor Praise world without end Amen A prayer vpon the request that the mother of Iames Iohn made vnto Chrïst Math Chap 20 The fruict thereof Knowledge what to aske of God BLessed LORD and Lord of all blessing bountiful GOD and GOD of all bounty King of heauen and earth to whom all the worlde are but beggers emong the infinit number of thy incessaunt sutors y ● neuer leaue to importunate thy mercy vouchsafe sweet IESV I beseech thee to heere an humble petition of thy poore wretched and vnworthy creature The Mother of Iames and Iohn made a suite vnto thee for hir two sonnes that the one might sit at thy right hand and the other at thy left little was hir discretiō to moue so presumptuous a petition little I say shee considered thy greatnesse or lookt into hir owne smalnesse that deseruing nothing but thy Wrath woulde craue such a blessing of thy Grace who beeing aunswered with deniall escaped wel without thy further displeasure oh my GOD I come not to thee with a spirit of such boldnesse but in the humility of fayth with the teares of sorrow my wounded hart beecommeth a sutor to thy mercy an humble sutor I am oh heauenly King to thy holy Maiesty not for my two sonnes but the two parts of my selfe my soule my body y ● it will please thy gratious goodnesse so farre to take them to thy mercy as not to set them either at thy right hand or thy left but in one looke of thy comfort to make thē but cushins for thy feet where more ioyfull shall bee my teares to wash the feete of thy fauoure then all the plesures of the world to bee away from thy mercy this oh LORD is all my sute which in thy gratious pitty I beeseech thee to graunt me that from this vale of misery thou wilt take mee to thy mercy that in the ioye of thy loue I may euer sing or thy glory Amen A prayer vpon the deuotion of Anna Luke 2. Chap. The fruict thereof The comfort of prayer RIghteous LORD holy KING and euerliuing GOD who hast not to doe with the stoole of iniquitie but with thy Countenaunce doest beehold the iust forgiuest the sinnes of the Repentaunt and takest the faithfull vnto mercy Enter not I beeseech thee into iudgement with thy sinfull and vnworthy seruant for no flesh is righteous in thy sight I most vnrighteous am ashamed to appeere beefore thy presence with hope of comfort or almost without despaire of mercy but y ● in the greatnesse or thy goodnesse seeing thee offer thy selfe vnto mee with all thy Graces with a blushing feare I fall at the feete of thy mercy beeseeching thee so to blesse mee with thy grace that my wickednes may not destroy that which thy goodnesse hath builded Oh deere LORD thy seruaunt ANNA putting of the world and putting on thee shaking of all vanities and clothing hir self with thy comfort leauing the world beetooke hir selfe to thy Temple where continuing manye yeeres in fasting and praier shee receiued at last the ioyefull fruict of hir hope in the gratious beeholding of thy Glorious comming but oh Lord wo is me that haue so long looked after the world that I haue so little looked after thee that I haue rather lost my selfe in a wildernesse then once set a steppe into thy Temple I haue feasted my flesh with the pleasures of the world almost famished my soule with the lack of thy holy word haue beene rather lost many yeeres in vanity then employed almost any houre in deuout prayer as one rather fearing thy wrath then wishing thy presence but sweet Lord thou art the God of Eternity who hauing all time at thy commaundement dost appoynt euery houre at thy plesure to call thy seruants vnto mercy and to comfort them in thy blessing to thee therefore my deere Lord though long first yet at last I hope neuer to late on the knees of my heart with the tears of my loue I come vnto thy mercy beseeching thee most humbly in the spirit of