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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	bless_v	lord_n	praise_v	9,372	5	10.9825	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14669	Rabboni Mary Magdalens teares, of sorrow, solace. The one for her Lord being lost. The other for him being found. In way of questioning. Wondring. Reioycing. ... Preached at S. Pauls Crosse, after the rehearsall, and newly reuised and enlarged: by Thomas Walkington, Doctor in Diuinity, and minister of the Word at Fulham.	Walkington, Thomas, d. 1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 24970; ESTC S119401	49,143	164

the Lord hath blessed thee hee hath deliuered thy soule from death thine eyes from teares and thy feet from falling henceforth shall I walke with the Lord in the land of the liuing Thus ô Lord thy mercy reacheth vnto the Heauens and thy truth vnto the clowds wherefore we will praise thy name yea our soules shall bee satisfied with marrow and fatnesse when our mouths praise thee with ioyfull lips These are the golden Cymbals that so much delight thy skilfull eares ô Lord Almighty O let vs all returne with Mary Magdalen with penitential tears vnto this blessed Rabboni who cries to vs for to returne Shuui shuui hashullammith shuui shuui Returne returne ô Shulamite returne returne Foure times Returne for God the Fathers sake returne for God the Sonnes sake returne for God the Holy Ghost his sake returne for the whole and holy Trinities sake returne And if so bee wee turne vnto the Lord hee will accept of our penitency for he bottles vp all our teares and hee will receiue vs into mercy the mercies of our God shall embrace vs on euery side Maryes penitency and so the repentance of vs all is the Asylum the Sanctuary of euery sinnefull soule the Birth-day of our regeneration the Super-sedeas of all our spirituall debts the heauenly Iordan to bathe and wash the leprosie of our soules and bodyes it is the red sea wherin the hoast of our spirituall Pharaoh and himselfe are drowned it is the swelling waters of the deluge that carries the Arke of the soule aloft and keepes it from drowning in perdition it is the casting out of the old leauen of maliciousnesse and the eating of the sweet bread of sincerity and holinesse it is the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 an house of physicke for euery sicke soule the Hospitall or Inne of the good Samaritane the Physician of our soules where the wine and oyle of consolation is it is the source and spring the draw-well of Gods fathomlesse and infinite mercies one drop of which one mite one crumme is sufficient to wash away our crimson sinnes to feede our starued discontented soules withall O Lord thou Celestiall Almoner giue vs of the broken meat of thy mercies which thou hast layd vp in more then twelue baskets full for them that turne to thee turne vs ô good Lord with Mary Magdalen so shall we be turned vnto thee ô Rabboni for wee perswade our soules that if our sinnes were more in number by millions then those of Mary Magdalens yet thou in mercy wouldest race them all out of thy booke of Items And for this I beseech you read that heauenly comfortable booke of Fulgentius fore-mentioned to Venantia of penitence and retribution wherin hee hath bundled vp the places of the Scripture pregnant for this purpose saying Non est perfecta bonitas à qua non omnis malitia vincitur nec est perfecta medicina cui morbus aliquis incurabilis inuenitur There is no absolute goodnesse that ouercomes not all maliciousnesse nor perfect drug or true skill in physicke that leaues any malady vncured And hee shewes moreouer that if Iudas as hee legally repented had trusted in Gods mercy he surely had been saued The Lord hath his owne peculiar times and places of gathering together that which was scattered of bringing home the lost sheep vpon his owne shoulders to the heauenly fold of running to meet of falling on the neck and kissing the riotous Prodigall Hee hath a Tolle lege vnder the tree Take vp and read the 13. to the Romanes the three last verses For S. Augustine Not in surfetting and drunkennesse c. He hath a shining light from Heauen both to darken and illumine Pauls or Sauls eyes as hee trauelled to Damascus breathing out threatnings and slaughter against the Disciples of the Lord was their not a heauenly trap layd by this Rabboni our Lord and Sauiour Iesus to catch this Courtier in to make a Courtier a true Conuert A thing some will say something rare Yet surely there be many Courtiers very holy religious and deuout and God encrease the number of them But sure a chaine is sooner and fairer made of purest gold then of impurer mettall mixt with earth Christ Iesus with his heauenly gospelling his powerfull preaching caught this notorious sinner Mary Magdalen Penalty alwayes followes not immediately nor fals vpon the necke of impiety Thus many by the vnspeakable mercies of him that wholly is composed of mercy who in their April and prime of youth haue greeuously sinned in their yeeres of more maturity were happily reclaimed of Apostata's became Apostles of Sauls persecuting were made Pauls diuinely preaching of Succisores were made Successores to vse Bullingers words of Cutters and Swash-bucklers and prophane persons were made Captaines ouer the Host of Israel Successours of that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the cheefe Shepheard RABBONNI 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c Who hath measured the waters in his fist and counted Heauen with his span and comprehended the dust of the earth in mea sure waighed the mountaines in a waight and the little hils in a ballance Esay 40. O sweet Iesu my braine is a broken cisterne to contain thee the water of life the euer-flowing springs of Lebanon my carnall reason but like a blinde Bartimae my tongue like dumbe Zacharies locked vp in my mouth when I should runne descant on thee ô Rabboni O let my tongue be the pen of a ready writer to treat of thy wisdome thy mercy thy greatnesse thy goodnesse my pen that like a cursed Israelite ranging like a poore pilgrim in a wildernesse of secular obiects often nay too often lothing that Celestiall Manna surfetting on pleasancies calling rather for the cucummers the onions the garlicke the flesh-pots of Aegypt wherein is naught but Mors in olla Death in the pot ô thou man of God I say my pen is too vnfit a pensill to limbe forth thy praise to describe thy glory excellency and perfection O neither is it safe for pollution to enter into the holy Tabernacle without washing at the golden lauer no more then a weake blemisht sore eye may gaze vpon the Sun-beames O therfore purge me ô Lord with hysope that my hand my heart my tongue may appeare before thy glorious presence as white as snow in Salmon that so thou graciously mayest accept of this my meaner sacrifice in my thought and speech of thee O Lord Rabboni wishing my very heart and soule were made an Holocaust burnt in feruent deuotion vnto thy most sacred seruice Rabboni O my deare Lord and Master En amo te si hoc parum est amem validius Loe I loue thee and if this my loue be too little ô giue mee power to loue thee more Dothi li vaani lo. And Ani ledothi vedothi li harogneh bashoshannim I am my Well-beloueds and my Well-beloued is mine who feedeth among the lillies