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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
ground_n	believe_v	know_v	scripture_n	1,728	5	6.3627	4	false

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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

piercing even to the d●●●ding asunder of soul and spirit Let others seek for grounds to believe the Scriptures thy inspiration This satisfyeth me that none could so lay open the inmost secrets of the heart but thou alone who onely knowest it O Lord I many times think that in reading other books I have discovered mysteries and yet upon review of thine I see the same things there and oh how much clearer Oftentimes O Lord I meet with things both within me and without which when I seek to know they are too painful for me until I flie unto this thy sanctua●● and then I understand them O Lord I have seen an end of all perfection but thy Commandments are exceeding broad To thy Law and to thy Testimonies let all men have recourse They that speak not according to this word have no light in them Behold all they that kindle fires and compass themselves about with their own sparks Though they walk never so presumptuously and pleasantly in the fire and the sparks they have kindled yet this shall they have at thy hand they shall lie down in sorrow As for me O Lord I am a stranger upon Earth oh hide not thy Commandment from me Suffer me not to choose unto my self any of those blind guides my vain minde or subtile adversary would accommodate me with Lord whither should I go from thee Thou hast the words of eternal life Let thy word be a Lamp to my feet and a light unto my path Let thy Statutes be my Song in the house of my Pilgrimage Grant that here beholding thy glory in this glass when I awake up I may be satisfied with thine Image The hopeful Souls conflict between extremities SVffer thy Servant O Lord who is but dust and ashes thus to expostulate with thee in the bitterness of his Soul Lord what a riddle and a wonder am I to my self How many characters read I in my heart which I understand not and how many see I there which I cannot read How oft am I in a great straight my Soul being dejected and my Spirit confounded within me how oft am I at a loss and know not what to think of my self One while I finde my Soul somewhat confident in thee and am ready to say I shall never greatly be moved Thou Lord of thy goodness seemest to have made my ●ill so strong Anon thou but hidest thy face and oh how am I troubled One while my fingers seem to drop Myrrhe in following after thee and ere I am aware my Soul carryeth me like the Chariots of Ammi-nadab Anon all my Wheels are taken off and I finde nor foot or heart to draw or move toward thee One while I can with joy and cheerfulness look into the Holy of Holies through the vail of thy Sons flesh Anon with the Publican I dare not so much as lift up my eyes unto heaven and say I am deservedly cast out of thy sight One while I think the high holds of my heart levell'd to the foot of Christ and the way of the Lord prepar'd in my Soul A while after I seem to descry Mountains yet unremov'd Now I perswade my self thou hast in good measure cast my heart into the mold of Christianity Anon I cry out oh in how little am I a Christian I one while laugh at my weaknesses follies and mistakes to consider how oddly and strangely I cheat and deceive my self soon after I am astonish'd and confounded at fouler discoveries and then again in hopes of thy pardoning and subduing my corruptions I say return unto thy rest ô my Soul and yet I keep not long there Every day new wonders appear within me and I know I am far still from seeing to the bottom of my heart Lord all things are naked and bare before thee thou understandest my thoughts afar off thou knowest my foolishness and none of my sins are hid from thee Lord though I know not what I am yet I know thou canst make me what thou wilt Search me O God try my heart and my reins suffer not any way of wickedness to remain with me but guide me in the way everlasting Work truth in my inward parts and in my hidden part make me to understand Wisdom O let my heart be sound in thy Statutes that I be not ashamed The humble Soul's Agony with natural Pride O Lord God of Hoasts the terrible and Omnipotent thou settest thy self in battel-array against the proud How shall I approach thy presence with a proud heart when the Mediator between thee and man admits none to him but the humble and lowly Yet oh meek Jesu amongst them certainly thou invitest those that are sensible of that are heavie laden with their pride and desire to be humble Holy Father thy poor creature hath all the causes in the world to be humble whether I respect thee above or hell beneath or the weaknesses of body and mind in my self or without me the eminent gifts thou hast bestowed upon others of the least of which I am not as uncaple as unworthy Yet O Lord none of these considerations will prevail on my corrupt perverse treacherous heart without thy blessing without thou set them home upon me Thou canst level the Mountains and bring down the high and lofty and make the rough smooth and the crooked straight Thy smallest breath can rend the Cedars My sad experience with my natural fears make me almost despair of prevailing against this corruption of ever performing the least part of my duty without this taint attending it My God my whole trust is in thee with thee I know all things are both possible and easie I cast my spirit into thy hands undertake for me Be surety for thy servant in that which is good that the proud do me no harm Suffer me not to think the pride of my heart then mortified when charm'd onely by some passionate reflection or warm application Suffer me not to think it extinct when with drawn onely or hid in some corner of my brest Suffer me not to make terms with this enemy or conceit I am humbled and be proud in that Rather oh Lord let the Messenger of Satan buffet me so that thy grace be sufficient for me Rather let him foyl me so that I rise by my fals and through thy grace prevail by being overcome Yet oh Lord how long shall I cry out by reason of the oppression of the enemy I beseech thee for thy Anointed's sake and thou wilt not turn away his face let me not go all the day long this heavily whilst the enemy magnifies himself and triumphs over me Arise O Lord command deliverances for me Attend unto my cry for I am brought very low deliver me from my persesecutor for he is too strong for me Bring my Soul out of prison that I my praise thy name Ô compass me about with Songs of deliverance Open my mouth wide with thanksgiving and let my tongue sing aloud