Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	know_v	lord_n	see_v	3,997	5	3.2299	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50098	Drops of myrrhe, or, Meditations and prayers, fitted to divers of the preceding arguments.	Master, William, 1627-1684.	1653 (1653)	Wing M1058A; ESTC R214102	7,411	32

of thy righteousness The mortified Christian tolling his own knell LOrd since death is my passage into thy presence why sufferest thou the thought thereof to be terrible unto me This consideration affrights me more then death it self O Lord I cannot without some reluctance think that suddenly I shall see man no more upon the face of the earth Doubtless the light is pleasant to the eyes and a joyful thing it is to behold the Sun The Grave cannot praise thee Death cannot celebrate thee they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth The living the living he shall praise thee as I desire to do this day Consider ô Lord I desire to walk before thee in truth and with a perfect heart O my God take me not away in the midst of my dayes Thy years are throughout all Generations Hast thou so little work for me to do that thou allottest me so short a time and bringest upon me sorrows and weaknesses so fast Lord I came into the world on thy errand and I live onely upon thy allowance I am not to be my own carver My God my goodness extendeth not unto thee thou needest neither my service nor my being certainly 't is but nature in me that thus affects to serve thee in life when thou callest on me to glorifie thee by death Let it abundantly content me O Lord that whether waking or sleeping dead or alive I shall be always thine and always live together with Christ Lord help me to consider what a poor derivative thing I am what a meer dependant upon thee And let the consideration of thy Majesty and glory swallow up all those petty interests of my own which I create in my self to my self Help me in every passage and particular of my life and death to say as is right meet my bounden duty the will of my Lord be done O Lord let me not dare to be displeased at any thing whatsoever it be that is thy pleasure Suffer me not though with the softest voyce of my Soul to interrogate upon thy proceedings or to whisper to my self what 's the reason the Lord will thus deal with me Though thou shouldst cut off like a Weaver my life and deprive me of the residue of my years Though thou shouldst like a Lyon break all my bones and from day even till night with pining sickness and faintness make an end of me Yet let me be dumb and not open my mouth because it is thy doing Nay O Lord open my mouth wide to say Behold the unprofitable servant of the Lord be it unto me as thou pleasest Into thy hand Lord I resign my Body and Soul Lord Jesus receive my spirit Come Lord Jesus come quickly Amen The Jubilee THy Vows are upon me O God I will sing and give thanks Open thou my lips that my mouth may shew forth thy praise That I may extoll thee with the best member I have and that my tongue may sing aloud of thy righteousness and of thy goodness Why is it Lord that I am thus straightned towards thee who art so enlarged unto me Why is it that my thanksgivings are usually confin'd to the very enquiry onely what I shall render unto thee for all thy benefits towards me But O Lord what can I render unto thee since all I have is thine First O Lord I prayse thee that thou hast put it into the heart of thy servant thus to ascribe all I have unto thee and thus to give unto thee of thine own From thy goodness O Lord I have received my being and every thing which maketh it not a burthen and a misery unto me Thou openest the hand of thy liberality and suppliest all my necessities Lord I praise thee for the many temporal blessings thou hast here afforded me and yet that thou hast not given me my portion in this life or my good things in it I prayse thee for those unutterable and endless joys which thou of thy grace hast prepared for me and of which thou hast already wrought in me some participation by hope through Christ the fountain of all my good Praysed be thy name for that discipline and method of grace which thou art pleased to take to fit me for that thy Kingdom I prayse thee O Lord for bringing me into the wilderness to humble me to prove me to know what was in my heart and then to speak comfortable words to me That thou art pleased as a man chastneth his son so to chasten me to cross my will and frustrate my designs and all to do me good in the latter end I prayse thee for correcting me in measure for considering how frail a creature I am and not suffering my spirit quite to fail under thy hand Oh what great troubles and adversities hast thou shewed me and yet didst thou turn and refresh me and broughtest me from the deep of Hell again O Lord thou knewest my Soulin all her adversities When I said I was cast out of thy presence yet then wert thou neer unto me and receivedst my prayer In the multitude of terrible and distracting thoughts within me thy comfort O Lord through thy sons blood refresh'd my Soul I prayse thee O Lord for the long striving of thy Spirit with me whereas thou mightest without me offer of grace have left me unto that Death which I have more than once chosen Lord thou continually bearest with my evil manners Thou sparest when I deserve punishment and according to thy unspeakable goodness rewardest me good for evil O Lord I daily undo my self and loose the works thou hast wrought I daily pierce my Soul through with poysoned darts yet thou art my continual help and my constant health How many times do both my flesh and my heart fail me Yet Lord thou art alwayes the strength of my heart and my portion for ever They that follow after lying vanities for sake their own mercies But it is good for me to draw nigh unto my God I have put my trust in thy name oh thou most High The Authors concluding Vote for himself and the Reader O Lord let the dross and the hay and the stubble in this book be burn't with fire but the Author sav'd at thy great day through thy Sons blood Suffer no Reader to turn that to an occasion of uncharitableness toward me which I design'd for his good Suffer no Reader to think I sought my self in that I have told him somewhat that thou hast done for my Soul Grant also that none may think of me beyond what with judicious and charitable eyes and ears he heareth of me or seeth in me And Lord thou knowest I have not the least cause to be proud of that FINIS Pray 2. Pray 3. Pray 4. Pray 5. Pray 6. Pray 7. Pray 8.