Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	death_n	sin_n	soul_n	10,824	5	5.0379	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12269	The sinners supplication Confessing his sins, and humbly craving pardon of the Lord: he hateth the world, and desireth to inhabit in the heavenly Ierusalem: and the description thereof. To the tune of, Troy toune.		1630 (1630)	STC 22579; ESTC S112634	1,816	2

The Sinners supplication Confessing his sins and humbly craving pardon of the Lord he hateth the world and desireth to inhabit in the heavenly Ierusalem and the description thereof To the tune of Troy Towne O Gratious God and heavenly King That rules and governes every thing Whose power the heavens earth do know Behold me wretch opprest with woe Be thou my God in this distresse And ease me of my wickednesse O Lord Lord for thy mercy now forgive me come and receive me home The terrors of this fe●● full death Which makes so many lose their breath Doe make me feare my part therein For recompence of my great sinne O Lord unto my voice give heed And rid my life and soule from dread O Lord Lord for thy mercy c. Most gracious God now lend thine eare Bow downe thy selfe my cryes to heare Let not my words be spent in vaine But helpe me Lord now I complaine Be thou my rocke my strength and stay For thou hast promist helpe alway This grieuous scourge which thou hast sent Vpon us for our chastisement We must confesse we have deserved For from thy lawes we all have swerved Our sinnes have fore provoked thee In wrath against us all to be c. The sinnes of Sodome here doe raigne And in our Citie doe remaine Both old and young both rich and poore Doe daily sinne and vex thée sore They sweare and lye they steale and kill no for old shoes the poore they sell False beames and weights are daily used Whereby full many are abused And covetous Vsurers by excesse Have brought a number to distresse They purchase daily house and ground And racking rents the poore they wound And I O Lord amongst the rest Doe yeeld that I have sore transgrest But yet O Lord I thee desire Not to rebuke me in thine ire Beare not in mind my former ill But frame me to thy holy will I was conceivd and borne in sin And since I have most wicked bin Offending thée my gracious God Whereby I have deserved thy rod. But now O Lord I doe repent Let me not féele thy punishment My sinnes are set before mine eyes My gracelesse oathes I doe despise My want of grace I doe lament And youthfull time so vainely spent Forgive me Lord for Christ his sake And let thy wrath and anger slake Vaine world adue thou flatterest man I loath thée now doe what thou can I yeeld my selfe most willingly Vnto my God to live and dye For under his wings I plainely see There is most safety for to be The second part To the same Tune Oh where said David shall I fly But God will there be presently There is no place to scape from God If thou deserve to féele his rod. Thou man in thy vocation stay And God will thée defend alway I with my selfe am now resolved And with S. Paul to be dissolved From this Body of sinne and mire I doe most earnestly desire And with my Saviour Christ to be To live with him eternally My thirsty soule desires her draught My poysoned mind would faine be out From chaines and fetters of the flesh To live with him in happinesse She longs to come into the coast Which she by Sathans wiles hath lost From Egypt now I will returne Where cruell bondage makes me mourne And eke from Babylon I would be Released from captivity To be in new Ierusalem Amongst the Saints to sing with them This is the home which I doe meane That City new Ierusalem Where many thousand Saints doe sing Praises unto their heavenly King Within that Citty there is peace Continue's still and never cease There is an everlasting spring There birds doe ever chirp and sing There blustring winter never blowes It never fréezeth there nor snowes Nor Summers parching doth no harme The weather there is temperate warme There pleasant Gardens ever kéepe All forts of Flowers ever swéet The trées do blossome bud and beare The fruits are mellow all the yéere All sorts of plants both fresh and gréene At all times there are to bee séene The gates of equall distance be Most beautifull and faire to see Bedeckt with many precious stones And wrought with burnisht I vory bones The walles of Iasper richly built The stréets and houses pav'd and guilt There pleasant Wine in rivers flowes Vpon the bankes the Suger growes Enclos'd in Reedes of Cynamon More swéeter than the hony combe To see these sights and many moe Who would not covet there to goe There is no néed of Moone nor Sunne For there the day and night are one No heart can think nor tongue can tell The glorious sightes for to excell The dwellers there are crown'd with gold Like Kings most glorious to behold Like loving friends they live in blisse Like spouses they the Bridegroome kisse Their loving Lord and master deare Who feasteth them with heauenly chéere O God of heauen of thy good grace Conduct us to that heauenly place O Lord Lord for thy mercy now forgive me come and receive me home Printed at London for Henry Gosson dwelling on London Bridge