Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	good_a	lord_n	spare_v	2,870	5	9.3705	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15969	Certayne psalmes chosen out of the psalter of Dauid, and drawen furth into Englysh meter by William Hunnis seruant to the ryght honorable syr Wyllyam Harberde knight newly collected [and] imprinted; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Hunnis. Selections.	Hunnis, William, d. 1597.	1550 (1550)	STC 2727; ESTC S111771	6,092	30

CERTAYNE Psalmes chosen out of the Psalter of Dauid and drawen furth into Englysh meter by William Hunnis seruant to the ryght honorable syr Wyllyam Harberde knight Newly collected imprinted Wyllyam Hunnis to the reader I Haue here picked oute moost gentyll reader these psalmes folowing which no late wryter hath hytherto touched yet for the excellency of the matter in them conteined semed most worthy this labour and payne And this enterpryce I haue taken in hande not in tendynge therby anye praises or glorye shulde redounde vnto me but cheifly for thys purpose that those whiche in psalmes and pleasaunt songes hathe delyte myghte hereof receiue some pleasure or profyt Rede them therfore moost gentyl reader with iudgement iudge with discresion And although that in som places they be not so eloquentlye turned as paraduenture the matter of them requireth yet for the exceding profit that doth procede of them reiecte them not but accept my good wyll which wholye endeuored my selfe and go about to satiffye and to accomplyshe thy desyre to profyt euerye man and disprofit in no wise which thīg yf I do obtaine I haue that I loke for yf not yet I ought to be pardoned forasmuche as my good wil to please and profyt fayled not but power only lacked Hereafter god wyllynge other thynges shal be taken in hande of me bothe more wyllynglye and also finished more exactlye yf I do perceiue these the fyrste fruites of my labours and paynes to be acceptid taken in good worth Fare well Certayne Psalmes of Dauid drawen into Englyshe meter The .li. Psalme Miserere mei deus HAue mercye lorde vpon my soule thy goodnes me restore And for thy mercye infinite my synne thynke on no more From wickednes lorde wasshe thou me and clense me from my synne For I confesse my euyll lyfe that I before was in Onlye to the haue I synned and done yll in thy syght That in thy wordes whe men the iudge myghtest ouercome by ryghte Beholde I was begotte in synne and so my mother bare me Wherfore I clayme thy sauynge helthe Mercy good lorde and spare me That I maye render vnto the truthe in the inwarde parte Then secretely I shall receiue thy wysedome in my hart With ysope lorde thou sprinkell me And so shall I be cleane And whyter thus shall I be made then euer snowe hath ben Replenyshe me with ioye and myrth my brused bones restore From my mysdedes turne thou thy face In mynde haue them no more A parfyt spyryte and a pure harte O god renewe in me And caste me not out of thy syght For myne iniquitie Geue me the comfort of thy helpe And stablyshe me for aye And I shall then the wicked menne conuert vnto thy waye Delyuer me from bloude gylte thou god my helth alwayes Thou shalt open my lyppes to speake my mouth shall shewe thy praise Burnt offeringes that wouldest none haue elles I had geuen if the A broken and a contrite harte is it that pleaseth the. To Syon lorde be good agayne after thy godly wylle and lette thy kyndnes there abyde thy promys to fulfyll Then sacrifices of rightousnes thou lorde wilt well regarde And they shall offer their bullockes thyne aulter to rewarde Praise we the father and the sonne and eke the holy ghost As hath ben is and styll shal be in euerye age and coste The .lvi. psalme Miserere mei deus quoniam BE mercyfull to me o god myne enemies withstande Whiche alwayes go about to seke my lyfe to haue in hand For they runne dayly to and fro my body to annoye And manye they in number be that woulde my soule destroye And thoughe sometyme I am afrayd● Yet do I trust in the Wherefore o lord I wil not feare what flesh can do to me My wordes alwayes they do mistake thus for to do me yll Often they do ymagen howe My lyfe and soule to kylle They cleue and hold as thick as burres and kepe thus on a thronge They marke the steppes that I do vse and all to do me wronge O lorde for this their wyckednes thou wylt them sone confounde And in thy rage thou shalt them cast hedlonge vnto the grounde My commynge in and goinge out is knowen to the o lorde And eke my teares be in thy syght thy worde doth it recorde When so that I shall calle to the thou wylt guyde me aryghte So that my foes shall haue no power But runne and take their flyght My myrth and ioye is in the word of god and parsons thre In hym I trust and wyll not feare What man can do to me The vowes of thankes and rightousnes to the lorde wyll I geue My tonge shall neuer stynt thy prayse so longe as I here lyue For thou hast kept my soule from death and eke my fete from fallynge That I may walke before thy face in the lyght of the lyuyng Prayse we the father c. The .lvii. Psalme Miserere mei deus BE mercyfull to me o god be mercyfull to me My fleshe and hart my soule and minde putteth their truste in the. Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges there shall be my defence Vntyll this time of tyrannye be paste awaye from hence I call vnto the moost iust god whyche made both sea and lande He will perfourme his seruauntes cause that he dydde take in hande He shal send downe from heauen aboue his stretched arme in myghte And wyl me saue from their reprose whiche woulde do me vntyght God shall sende furth his mercy great and therwith wyll me arme And he shall stoppe the lyons mouthes to saue my soule from harme For it doth lye amonge those men that be so set on fyer Whose teth are speares their tonges be swordes so hote is their desyre But set thou vp thy selfe o god and let thy power be knowen So that the wycked men in earth may quyte be ouerthrowen They lye in waite and haue layde furth a nette to take me in A pytte allo they made for me But they be caught therin This is the goodnes of my god Suche comfort to vpraise My hart alwaye shall ready be to synge and to geue prayse Awake my lute and eke my harpe and geue forth pleasaunt sounde And I shall praise the lorde with you as I therto am bounde I wyll gyue prayse to the o god thy people shall it here And I shall synge vnto thy praise amonge them euery where Thy mercyes greate excede the heuyns in bredth and eke in lengthe euyn as thy truth doth passe the cloudes in beuty and in strength O god exalte thy selfe therefore aboue thy heauyns hye Thy glorye is aboue the earth no man can it denye Prayse we the father c The .c.xiii. psalme Laudate pueri O All ye seruauntes prayse the lorde Prayse ye his holy name And euerye thynge that beareth lyfe Lykewyse do ye the same Blesse ye the name of god the lord and prayses in great store Be vnto god and Christe his