Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	great_a	pardon_v	sin_n	11,735	5	5.4658	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54092	Penitential cries, in thirty--two hymns Begun by the author of the Songs of praise and Midnight cry; and carried on by another hand. Licensed Sept. 12th. 1693.	Mason, John, 1646?-1694.; Shepard, Thomas, 1665-1739. aut	1696 (1696)	Wing P1238A; ESTC R221421	15,749	52

tho they be These Mountains cannot stand What are those Mountains to my Christ They fly at thy command V. My Sins indeed are numberless are not thy Mercies so This did thy pardon'd ones profess They bad me to thee go Tho they be numerous and great I 'm in Salvation's Road They cannot pass the blood of Christ Which is the blood of God VI. Where Sin abounds thy Word do's say Grace has abounded more This is and shall be still my plea Whilst thou hast Grace in store Mercy good Lord Mercy I ask This is the total summ For mercy Lord is all my suit Lord let thy Mercy come XI The Sinner's Address to Christ. I. WHere lies a Sin I 'll drop a tear Then view Redeeming blood To mourning Souls Christ will appear And surely do them good 'T is thou alone my Lord canst give This asking heart relief Christ's gentle voice would make it live His hand wipe off my grief II. Those falsly call'd the sweets of Sin Are bitter unto me I loath the state that I am in Lord may I come to thee But O wilt thou receive him now That 's coming to thy door For I can bring no dowry Lord I come extreamly poor III. What if my tears could make a floud My rightcousness is dross Those tears need washing in thy blood Tho' wept upon the Cross. I have an Argument to plead Which thou canst not deny Thy Grace is free and thou dost give To Sinners such as I. IV. Thou dost invite all wandering Souls And I am one of those With thee the sick do find a Cure The weary find repose The world and Sin will ever vex Will trouble and molest I therefore trust my Soul with Christ To bring to Heavens rest XII The Sinners Reception I. WHilst others costly Offerings bring Unto my Lord most dear To him a Song of Praise I 'll sing And sacrifice a Tear This is my choicest gift I have No better to impart When thou receiv'dst me first then I Did offer up mine heart II. I am the Prodigal return'd And met upon a plain And thou the loving Father that Invit'st me home again Thou didst invite and bring me home My study now shall be To furnish and prepare a Room Where Christ may dwell with me III. O cleanse my Soul and make it white Adorn it with thy Grace To dwell with me do thou delight And never hide thy face Who can but love so dear a Lord I 'll make a daily feast The daily exercise of Grace Shall entertain my Christ. IV. I love thee Lord and thou dost know How I adore thy name Surely my God I would do so Would wear a loving frame With thankfulness I will record Thy kindness all my days I 'll live upon and to the Lord And breath a constant praise XIII The Sinner's admiration of Divine Mercy as the 148 Psalm I. TO praise Redeeming Love Dear Christians lend a voice Come thou Diviner Dove And help me to rejoyce My heart too low Lord thou canst raise Best Spirit blow And I shall praise II. Here Lord will I admire The wonders of thy Grace Till thou shalt call me higher There to behold thy face O Heighth of Grace O Depth of Love Now fit me for My place above III. Hell was my proper hire For I was Satans Slave Fit Fuel for that Fire But God delights to save God often call'd I would not come He call'd until He brought me home IV. Dejected Souls may not Acceptance with him fear No sigh was e'er forgot He Bottles every Tear Do not despair Because you see How kind the Lord Has been to me V. My Sins were very high My Soul almost in Hell Yet Mercy then drew nigh And caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul Even unto death And write a Song For every Breath VI. Who can this Love express His Mercy ne'er decays What can my Soul do less Than love him all my days Bless God my Soul Even unto Death And write a Song For every Breath XIV The Sinners Thirst after more Grace I. IBless my God for giving Grace Wilt thou increase my store And as my Graces do increase Thy Praises shall be more This barren Soil will never bear Or else bear nothing good Unless thou water with thy Care And moisten with thy Blood II. Be thou to me as thou hast been Unto thine Israel A Dew to keep my branches green To make my blossoms smell I daily thirst I sigh I groan For greater growth in Grace O spread each sigh before thy Throne Before thy brighter Face III. Increase the Grace that thou hast wrought So kindly freely given Lord cherish it till thou hast brought Me up the Stairs to Heav'n This thirsty Soul must still repeat Its earnest Suit again I am thy Garden and intreat Thy Garden may have Rain XV. For Spiritual Protection I. I Have an Host of Enemies Are ever breaking in Satan the World the Flesh devise To ruine me by Sin I trust to God as my defence Against her subtilties From all destructive baits of sense Wilt thou restrain mine Eyes II. Tho'ye combine against my Soul I make the Lord my Guard Who will your fiery Breath controul Who will be my Reer-ward Whenever dangers near approach Lord be at hand to me And bring my Soul by each assault The nearer unto thee III. O keep from Sin which brings a frown Be gracious at my Cry Let no Temptations cast them down That on thy Grace relye Why should that frame set up within Which thine own hand did raise Be ever broke or slurr'd by Sin Why shouldest thou lose thy praise IV. Even as thy care thy hand is large And fills each empty space Remember that I am thy charge This day consult my case My Soul my Frame I will commit To thee O Holy Ghost Thou art my Guardian and I trust Thy work shall not be lost XVI Lamenting the loss of first Love I. O That my Soul was now as fair As it has sometimes been Devoid of that distracting care Without and guilt within There was a time when I could tread No Circle but of Love That joyous Morning now is fled How heavily I move II. Unhappy Soul that thou should'st force Thy Saviour to depart When he was pleased with so course A Lodging in thy Heart How sweetly I enjoy'd my God With how Divine a srame I thought on every Plant I trod I read my Saviour's Name III. I liv'd I lov'd I talkt with thee So sweetly we agreed And thou no stranger wast to me Till I became a weed The Tempter robb'd me and I must I fear be ever poor May this suffice to rowl i' th dust Before thy Temple Door IV. My dearest Lord my Heart flames not With Love that Sacred Fire But since my Love has wore that blot Repentance runs the higher O might those days return again How welcome they should be Shall my Petition be in vain Since Grace is ever free V.

the way IV. When Corah did Rebel Earth would not be his Slave To bear his weight but opens streight And was his willing Grave When Israel did corrupt The Air with murmuring breath It did rebound and gave a wound And that was present Death V. The whole Creation groans Sins Racks the World do fill It empties Rooms to furnish Tombs Yet I am living still On the Lords hand I live And cannot but admire He does not shake so vile a Snake Into Eternal Fire VI. That Miracles are ceas'd Some confidently tell But I do know it is not so Whilst I am out of Hell VI. The Sinners Hope I. WHO knows but such an one as I May Grace and Mercy find I hear the God of Israel Is merciful and kind Had he been pleas'd to torture me With everlasting bands He might have done it long ago Who had me in his hands II. I do not hear the Trumpet sound To call me to his Bar The proofs and patterns of his Grace Forbid me to despair Despair is such a sin of sins It cannot be forgiv'n Whilst other sins Hells ways do pave This Bars the Gates of Heav'n III. Cease then thy murmuring O my Soul And silently attend To th' sounding Bowels of a Christ Who is the Sinners Friend He does not say Depart from me Into Eternal Fire But Come into my open Breast Where weary Souls retire IV. The trembling wretch who touch this Hem But fear'd an heavy Doom Receiv'd a Cure and Blessing too And went rejoycing home The Prodigal deserv'd and far'd Worse than the Swine he fed But found a Mirthful Feast at home Who only lookt for Bread V. Heav'n lookt upon the Publican Who was bow'd down with shame Mercy he call'd which soon appear'd And answer'd to its name My Sins are mighty sins indeed But I have understood Great sins are foils which do inhance The Price of Saving Blood VI. My Soul has many ghastly Wounds Yet will I not despair Whilst there is Balm in Gilead And a Physician there That I might march to Canaans Land The Silver Trumpet sounds My Day still shines my Tent is fix'd Within Salvations bounds VI. The Door is shut but is not barr'd And he that is within Does bid me ask and seek and knock And strive to enter in Here then I 'll ask and seek and knock Until the Door be ope Nor will I stir a foot from hence It is a Door of Hope VII The Sinner's Confession I. WHO who can number all the Stars Or Sands upon the Shore Thy Sins thy Sins are multitudes My Soul thy Sins are more Alas I cannot bear the sight They do like Clouds arise The Sword of Justice will awake For they have reacht the Skies II. Most stubbornly I have rebell'd And broke thy Law O God How just is it that such a wretch Should feel thy Flaming Rod I bleed to think how I did slight Thy Message from above How I despis'd thy Blood O Christ And thy Redeeming Love III. How oft I did repeat my sin And ran upon the score Tho' Conscience loudly did disswade And bad me sin no more How is it Lord thou dost so long This wretched Soul forbear When almost ev'ry thoughts's a sin My breath pollutes thy air IV. Manasseh's sins were white to mine Mine bear a Crimson die Sure never any so provok't The Lord of Hosts as I. Ah how much viler than the Earth By sin am I become A Sinner of polluted birth A Sinner in the Womb. V. Lord whither whither must I range To count up my trangressions Give me thy pardon in Exchange Accept of my Confession VIII The Sinners Retreat I. FArewell vain world I bid adieu Thou canst not fill but cloy Thy Throne O God does send forth new And more refined joy Meer Vanity does Man pursue With eagerness and heat The bravest things the World can shew Are but a perfect cheat II. Who gain the riches of the Earth Gain but a finer dross Who gain a World and lose a Soul Sustain the greatest loss The blast of honour sounds aloud Yet that 's but empty air Which quickly passes thro' the Croud And do's no more appear III. Alas there 's nothing here that can True blessedness afford Ye painted shadows get you gone Ye hold me from my Lord He 's blest indeed who loveth God Whose undefiled mind Can scorn such poor delights and can In Jesus better find IV. O happy they who only love Their God and him admire That I may taste your purer joys I 'll from the World retire I 'll make it my ambition now To be belov'd of God Sinners in time in time return Before you feel his Rod. IX The Sinner's Resolves I. THIS empty World has now too long Deceived me with lies I am resolved to be gone Deluded Soul arise Go fly to Christ without delay Engage him for thy Friend Such men are blessed in their way And blessed in their end II. What have I more to do with sin Ye flatt'ring sweets be gone The time and place'twas acted in Are sad to think upon My vain companions I 'll forsake Them from their ways withdraw I 'll read a Lecture that shall make Those frozen hearts to thaw III. My sins will I no more repeat Nor finish that begun My Summons to the Judgment Seat May come before it 's done I will not with my Finger once Touch my beloved Sin Who knows its latter end you know But where it did begin IV. The snares of Satan lye so low And are so smoothly plac't I 'll softly tread where e're I go And never act in haste The word and Spirit I 'll obey And think if God say so It is enough I 'll never stay To see what others do V. I 'll dedicate my self to God And his alone will be I triumph I am in the road To true felicity Lord all is spread before thy face My Soul resolves upon My Soul commits it to thy Grace O leave it not alone X. The Sinners Cry for pardon I. GReat God thou art a God of Grace Who pardons hast in store O do not turn away thy face From me tho I am poor I do deserve the hottest plagues Of an incensed God To drink the Vials of his wrath To feel the damneds rod. II. But turn away thy wrath from me Now turning at thy call O why should'st thou exalt thy self In thy poor Creatures fall I might be cast into thy Jail There lie for evermore But Lord thy patience did give Bail Thy Christ did pay the score III. Mercy good Lord Mercy I ask This is the Total Summ For Mercy Lord is all my suit Lord let thy mercy come Lord if thou wilt my sins forgive Wilt not in wrath destroy 'T will add new comforts to thy Saints Fresh triumphs to their joy IV. This will encourage Sinners Lord To turn and seek thy face When they shall hear the worst of them Has now obtain'd thy Grace My Sins are Mountains