Selected quad for the lemma: city_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	abraham_n	know_v	zion_n	29	3	8.4255	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12318	Psalmes, or songs of Sion turned into the language, and set to the tunes of a strange land. By W.S. Intended for Christmas carols, and fitted for divers of the most noted and common, but solemne tunes, every where in this land familiarly used and knowne.	Slatyer, William, 1587-1647.	1631 (1631)	STC 22635; ESTC S113750	20,325	64

I goe Whiles my foe oppresseth me O send out in brightnesse For my soules uprightnesse And to guide me in the way Thy lights beames reflecting And thy truth directing That my steps go not astray To thy holy hill And supernall palace Lord conduct me still By thy truth and grace To thy Temple so God of ioy and solace Thy Courts will I go Even thy holy place On the harpe with glee I 'le give thankes to thee Thou O God my God most deere Why art thou so vext O my soule perplext In so sad and heavie cheere O in God most holy Put thy trust then wholly Vnto him will I give praise That in favour ever Doth to me persever God my hope and helpe alwaies PSALME 47. ALl people clap your hands Sing laud unto the Lord Advance your notes with merry noise And telling tune with ioyfull voice His wonders all abroad For why above all lands The Lord is high and great A terrible and mighty King Angell quires his praises sing In heaven his glorious seat The people under us be subdu'd Vnder our feet the nations rude So the Heathen all He did make and shall Vnder our feet to fall For his owne sake alone And he himselfe an heritage The flowring worship of that age For us now to whose Race his lore he showes And Iacobs glory chose His welbeloved one God he is out of the earth Ascended up on hie Gone in triumphs merry noise And with trumpets royall voice Vp to the starrie skie Sing to our God with mirth Sing praises to our King For God is King of all the earth Sing to him with greatest mirth With understanding sing God doth o're the Heathen raigne God that will his cause maintaine God that sits alone On his holy Throne And is other none Doth heaven and earth behold And how the princes all abroad Are to the people of Abrahams God Ioyn'd who they intend As with a shield defends All th' earth and to that end High only to be extol'd PSALME 63. GReat is the Lord on hie And great his praises still To be advanc't and spread abroad Within the City of our God Vpon his holy hill Mount Sion North doth lie And is a pleasant place Whence ioy of all the lands doth spring The City of the mighty King Doth so this mountaine grace In whose pallaces is showne God for a refuge surely knowne For lo the King each one Gathered and to get her gone Were astonied as thereon They gaze with wondring muse Suddenly driven backe they were Feare came upon them and sorrow there As on a woman in Travell and destroyed they bin Like the ships of Tharsis when With East windes thou wilt them bruise As we have heard it said So have we seen of old Within the City of the Lord Of hosts the City of our God That ever he will uphold O Lord we wait for aid Amid'st thy holy place According to thy Name thy praise Vnto the worlds end do raise Thy loving kindnesse and grace Thy right hand thy Saints confesse Lord is full of righteousnesse Hence Mount Sions voice And the daughters noise Of Iuda glad reioyce Cause of thy iudgements pure Compasse Sion compasse her walls Tell well her towers and bulwarkes all Marke well her towers that ye May tell posterity God 's our God and e're will be Our guide till death most sure PSALME 52. WHy dost thou boast thy selfe abroad thou tyrant that thou canst do ill The loving kindnesse of our God seene daily it continueth still Deceit and fraud do in thy bosome lurke and as thy lewd heart doth devise Thy tongue is making of despitefull worke like rasor sharpe it cuts with lies Thou euill more than good approu'st more than truth to speake lies and guile All words that may destroy thou lov'st O thou deceitfull tongue and vile Therefore shall God destroy thee plucke and take and root thee quite out of thy tent From the land of the living thee to make go in t ' eternall banishment The righteous shall see this and feare and laugh at him and say behold What is become of this man here that on his riches was so bold Lo he that tooke not God his fortitude but in his malice put his strength And in his riches and their multitude he fell and perisht thus at length But as for me I shall be seene in Gods house alwaies to persever Like to an Olive tree so greene my trust was in his mercies ever So I will alwaies praise thy holy Name for that O Lord thou hast done this I will hope in thy Name because the same before thy Saints so ioyfull is PSALME 57. HAve mercie O my God have mercie strait My soule doth trust in thee and on thee wait In shadow of thy wings my hope is plac't Vntill this tyrannie be over-past I 'le call unto the most high God even he God that performes his promise towards me For he will send from his high heaven save me From their reproofe would swallow deprave me God will send out his mercy and his truth My soule 'mong lions is I lie in ruth 'Mong mens sons that are set on fire their words Their teeth are speares shafts their tongues sharp swords Exalt thy self above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye on all the earth abroad Nets laid they in my way my soule t' oppresse Pits too but fell in their owne wickednesse My heart O God prepared is alwaies My heart 's prepar'd I will sing and give praise Awake my glory Lute and Harpe I 'le take And I my selfe right early will awake I will praise thee O Lord among the nations I 'le sing to thee among all generations Thy mercy great unto the heaven doth reach Thy truth exceeds and to the clouds doth streach Exalt thy selfe above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye o're all the earth abroad Awake my Violl Lute and Harpe awake To praise the Lord sweet musicke let us make PSALME 60. O God thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cast us out of yore And scattred 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 angry with us fore O turne againe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thou hast made The land to tremble and with feare to fade O heale he breache for it fore doth shake The breache thereof that thy hands did make Thou shewest the people heavie things in fine Thou mad'st us drinke a draught of deadly wine But now thou hast advanc't an ensigne knowne A token given to them that are thine owne To them that feare thee and In cause of truth by them to be displaied That thy beloved may be fully freed Helpe with thy right hand heare me at my need God in his holinesse spake reioyce I shall Sechem divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses mine shal be Strength of my head is Ephraim Iuda he My Law-giver Moab my wash-pot nam'd I will cast out my shooc o're Edom fam'd So will I triumph and in this designe Shew thy selfe ioyfull for me Palestine Who will leade