Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	death_n	life_n	12,344	5	4.4509	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19212	The confession of a pænitent sinner To the tune of, O man in desperation: or, Some men for suddaine joyes doe weepe.		1635 (1635)	STC 5627; ESTC S117520	1,553	2

The confession of a paenitent Sinner To the tune of O man in desperation or Some men for suddaine joyes doe weepe OF Adams séed poore sinner I come créeping to bewaile My sin secure my wonted crime no moment will I fayle Of sinfull Saul o Lord I pray that I a Paul may be And not a filthy Sodomite but one of Niniuy And make mée with the Publican my selfe low to submit And thou o swéet Samaritan come helpe mée wondrous sick I am that Sonne that vnthrift child that playd the roysting guest But call me home good Father deare I humbly thée request Aray mee new fetch in the Calfe I will no more be lost And let thy friends rejoyce hereat and spare I pray no cost I went not to thy Uineyard I albeit I said I would But though I come but very late my hyre doe noi with-hold Take here to thée a sacrifice a contrite spirit of mine Which better is than bloud of Bulls else Goats fat Rams or Kyne Thou act my God and I confesse my selfe thy creature poore I fearefull Peter thou true Christ one God for euermore In sinne was I begot and borne in sinne I had my suck In sinne I ran my youthfull race in sinne I was brought vp What world would wish to haue and what the flesh desired All that I sought to amplifie thus falsely I conspired I am that barren sterrill field where enuious man did sow Destroying daruell tare and wéede because I might not grow That stately Steward eke I. am that oft my fellowes beat Thou art that Lord that once to mée forgauest mée the debt But I thy kindnesse quite forgot and would not shew the like But hée that ought mée but a small I handled with great spight In brothers eye a mote I spyed but let the beame alone And at a straw I stumbled thus that long was in mine owne I sée but still to sinfull life I run from worse to worse And play the youngman very loath my substance to disburse That flinty Pharaoh haue I béene that plagues did neuer bread I might full soone haue drowned béene but for thy better spéed The second part To the same tune A Pilgrime poore amid the land that could not be content But to indure the golden Calfe full oft did I consent In fleshly froward fuming fume full many a time I said In Egypt Land great store wee had both victuals flesh and bread The Hypocrite I playd likewise and would not stand in awe I came to aske which Precept was the greatest in the Law I fed like greedy glutton fat and did the begger hate I had such bustnesse let I was to come to marriage gate What shal I say since thou dost know my sinnes in number all To stand in judgement can I not except thou rid my thrall Forgiue forget put out of mind good Lord my great offence And heale my soule with price of bloud my ample indulgence Shal I despair or dread more doubts my sinne is not so great But mercies of my Sauiour Christ surmount them many a steppe And by his promise hold I take knock ye and I will open Seeke call come all that laden be the mouth of God hath spoken I will be ready heare and helpe your sins as scarlet red As white as snow shall purged be in Esay this is said Examples eke of mercies moe the text at large doth tell Discoursing of the sinfull Wife who long liued as rebell Both Mary Magdalen and more had pardon grant of thee Yea euen the Thiefe by his beleefe doth liue eternally Why should not I poore sinner then be bold to sue for grace When this I see abundantly thy goodnesse will imbrace All such as will repent with teares and turne with whole intent And quite refuse their sinfull waies and earnestly relent Turne turne o Lord turne then to me my heart I rent and teare In death in life I am thine owne for me thou paydst full deare Land praise and thanks with mind heart to thee my God I giue Direct my waies at end of daies in glory let mes liue That blessed Ghost may mount to sky when wormes the body eate Lord heare my sute grant me grace I humbly thee intreat FINIS Printed at London for H. Gosson