Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	miserable_a	sinner_n	world_n	8,637	5	7.3111	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47081	Mercy triumphing over judgement or, A warning for Sabbath-breakers Published for Gods glory and the benefit of all true Christians. By me Thomas Jones, of the City of Hereford. Who for prophaning the Lords Day was [m]ost miraculously strucken by the hand of God, and ut[te]rly depriv'd of all my senses, for the space of 4 years; [an]d now by his great mercy (upon my hearty repen[ta]nce) being perfectly restored to my former health, I [w]as moved to set forth this ensuing relation, as a testi[m]ony of my thankfulnesse to God for his fatherly [ch]astisement; and that all others by my example, may [b]e deterred from so hainous an offence as Sabbath-breaking.	Jones, Thomas, of Hereford.	1641 (1641)	Wing J993A; ESTC S103195	21,118	49

downe and brambles live Then when I left my Church-worke every night I still would take a Pen and thus did write Wee Painters erre to picture death still blind For I observe he sees the best to find But meagre death thy Dart hath done them good Thrice happie they wherein thy sting hath stood Thou art deceiv'd their soules to heaven flye Though in the earth their bodies rotting lye Thy ghastly pale grim face makes friends to weepe When thy sharpe dart makes friends in earth to sleepe Yet nought thou canst with all thy hate or love Save what 's decreed by that three-one above Then let me spare to rave and be content He is commanded by th'Omnipotent He doth command the world and him also Therefore let us prepare with death to go Let those alas who too too oft have stood More for the Church goods then the Churches good Repent and grieve for it with awfull feare Praysing his name who doth his rod forbeare And let those great ones next who seeme most strong Can hardly offer right or suffer wrong Let them with humble hearts and soules confesse That heretofore they weakely did transgresse Let every one make privie search within And with repentance root out damned sin Let 's firmely love yea with a tender heart All envie malice discord set apart Such sins as those and others not much lesse Is th' onely cause of griefe and heavinesse T was not their sins alone which bred our woe But ours with theirs and many sinners mo We are the cause alas as well as they For which our friends so soone doe rot in clay We oft speake faire and love is dayly faind Gold some doe make their God ungodly gaind When men grow rich they then grow insolent Scorning the poore and harmelesse innocent Gods wrath we doe provoke he oft doth threat With bitter teares let 's humbly him intreat To save the rest and turne his wrath away Oh! turne us Lord I 'm bold my selfe to pray For for our sins and for our wicked crimes Thou tak'st away the godly oftentimes God takes from us in my conceipt the best My faithfull friends with death he did arrest Thus I my heart did ease at idle times With making such unpleasant dolefull lines Six sheets of Paper closely did I write The more I griev'd bewail'd the more I might Of them I onely here have given a touch To Criticks eares I know it s too too much Therefore I le cease and hold on my discourse In praise of God which may perhaps seeme worse To them when I had gon through Brecknockshire And Painted most of all the Churches there My Prentise did desire his friends to see And with his father rid to Mountgom'ry That day from Herefordshire a message came To me and said that there God spread my fame I thither must make hast without delay And there resolve a moneth or two to stay To teach young Gentlemen to write with speed Whom Doctor Rogers in his house did breed To them I went where I did find such love As if the powers divine had from above Decreed that to my native place I must returne And for the good of others am I borne My Prentise then return'd to me no more Wherefore my Church Commission I gave ore Now was my first borne son on All Saints day ●ust five yeers old and as my friends did say About that time the day the houre of 's birth His blessed soule forsooke this mortall earth Then on the morrow when I heard that newes 〈◊〉 came unto my house where I did use 〈◊〉 Iob like patient mind and prays'd the Lord Not doubting but his mercy would afford Me grace to be content then did I write And make this Epitaph his fathers mite On All Saints day thou didst draw vitall breath On All Saints day God sent for thee by death On All Saints morne t was five yeeres since that time Thou first unto thy mothers papes did climbe God cald thee hence twice all the Saints did show Thou wast a jewell which God himselfe did owe God did decree that all the Saints should bring Thee to the earth and fetch thee to their King Who so is borne to day and dyes to morrow Looseth few dayes of mirth but moneths of sorrow Then when some mournfull dayes for him were past To Herefordshire againe I did make hast Unto my Schollers there but by the way I at a zealous house was forc't to stay Whose sons that Doctor did instruct and I Their want in th' Arte of writing did supply And as I backe returned home againe At that religious house I did remaine All night and on the Sabbath day I went From thence unknowne because I would prevent The time for riding to and fro so far My expectation it did seeme to bar But when I came to them againe I heard A mild discourse which made my soule affeard Cause I againe had trespast on Gods day For which offence I wept and thus did pray Be pleas'd O Lord to make me recompence My weake desire and wilfull ignorance With zeale devout Lord shield me every where From bold presumption griefe despaire and feare Then as through Hereford I often past The Free Schoole-Master and his friends at last With many a Townes-man there did speake to me That in their City I sometimes would be To teach to write For in your native Towne Said they where you once liv'd your fame is blowne Their kind perswasion soon impression tooke In me for Wales I instantly forsooke And all preferments there to Hereford I came whose Church and Colledge will afford A pensive man true comfort in distresse True food for soules and men in heavinesse Now in this City can I scarcely gaine Sufficient meanes yet doe I still maintaine My selfe my family taxations pay And all God sends to whom I fast and pray Grant me thy grace O God contentment still Lord my ambition is to doe thy will Thou know'st that 's all the wealth I wish on earth Which is thy gracious gift my second birth My heart my soule shall on my God relie His name I blesse I praise I magnifie Which is the cause that I this Mite have writ To shew my zeale but not to blaze my wit Which is but weake a Trades-man weake I am Whom Christ I hope hath cald t' adore his name THE PRAYER O Lord God everlasting Father Almighty maker of heaven and earth glorious holy and mercifull art thou in all thy works of thy goodnesse and mercy thou maa'st me of the dust of the earth breathing in me the breath of life to the intent I should continually serve thee but I a miserable and wretched sinner following the steps of my first parents transgressed thy commandements and have beene often inveigled by the world the flesh and the divell to breake thy Sabbath for which my conseience perswades me by many infallible reasons that thou in mercy hast afflicted me for the same yet upon my weake humiliation thou wast pleased after thy chastisement to comfort my heart with the remembrance of thy fatherly love declared in thy sacred word for thou causedst thine onely Son Christ Iesus to descend from thy throne of Majesty into this vale of woe and misery who became as it were a sinfull man and suffered the most shamefull death of the Crosse for my sins and for the sinnes of all Mankind he being spotlesse and righteous neverthelesse I still erred and procured thy wrath and indignation against me yet in mercy thou only afflicted sime for my sins offences piercing my conscience for prophaning thy Sabbath for which thou mightest justly have consumed me and rooted me out from the face of the earth but thy mercy overswayed thy justice for thou sparedst my life when all that saw me or heard of me said I was either dead or past hopes of recovery verifying in me the Apostles words This is the Lords doing and it is marvelous in our eyes and what thy Servant David said is true in me Lord thou hast chastised and corrected me but hast not given me over to death therefore my heart and soule and all my vitall spirits shall magnifie thy great name beseeching thee for Iesus Christs sake if it be thy blessed will and pleasure to restore me to my former stoength speech health memory and faculties that I may hereafter walke faithfully before thee all the dayes of this my earthly pilgrimage doing and performing diligently with faith hope and zeale those things which thou commandest me banishing from my heart presumption and despaire Lord forgive me my former sins and iniquities which I ungraciously and partly thorow ignorance have committed against thee Thou knowest O God my simplenesse and what I need better then I can aske or crave therefore in all humility I refer my will to thy blessed pleasure beseeching thee O most gracious Father to continue multiply and increase thy love and favour bestowed on me that I never offend thee in thought word deed or consent and when it shall please thee to call for this my wretched body out of this miserable world that my Saviour may present it spotlesse unto thee amongst thine elect notwithstanding the wickednes of my corrupt nature which blessing I humbly beg at thy mercifull hands for the merits of thy only Son Christ Iesus my Saviour redeemer and advocate O immortall eternall and everliving God from the bottome of my heart and soule I blesse magnifie and adore thy sacred name beseeching thee again and againe for Iesus sake to accept of these my humble petitione although my hand is not able to write nor heart conceive the praises due unto thee neither can any tongue declare thy love goodnes and mercy Wherfore I conclude this my humble desire praise and thanksgiving with that absolute prayer which thy Son my advocate Iesus Christ hath taught us saying Our Father which art in Heaven c. FINIS

desp'rate bloody wound There he the vaines did cut then as a flood Did issue thence abundance of my blood In streames it ran till I had lost my breath Then all men fear'd that I should bleed to death Yet after I six quarts or seaven did bleed My blood did stop and I from paine was freed Then did my worthy Master send againe To divers Shires a Surgeon to obtaine Who had more skill for I was growne most weake Languish I did they thought I could not speake Thus I remain'd a weeke they say and more In wofull case impatience made me rore With me the Surgeon and Physition staid Expecting still to have more skilfull aid Now when 't was thought that I was almost spent A skilfull Surgeon unto me God sent Out of Glamorganshire from thence he came By chance Iohn Nichols was the Surgeons name Who when he saw how ghastly I did lye He said I was past hopes to live but dye I should ere it were long and thought it best For to with-hold his skill and not molest My lingring life which made my Master grieve And thence returne and say he cannot live If he no skill will shew he needs must dye But if his best he doth what remedy Then when my Masters griefe and feare was past Unto the Surgeon he thus said at last Be pleas'd I pray to let him dye with skill That 's all I crave for God must have his will The Surgeon then unto my Chamber turn'd Where many fear'd and hop'd and wept and mourn'd Then did he raise me up small hopes I have Saith he death I doe smell his life I cannot save Yet in the name of God he did begin To view the wound which I had for my sin God out of ill drawes good and who doth know If unto him the Lord will mercy show While that he breathes saith he in hope I live That God in mercy will assistance give To what I undertake I must confesse Ten thousand in the world are kil'd with lesse A stroake upon the Temples of the head Without a wound or fracture strikes men dead Therefore my brother Surgeon shewd his skill Whose aid I crave I shall applaud him still If in the head the fracture were not found Before this time he had beene in the ground In Brecknockeshire he lives one of his name Did live in Hereford and dy'd with fame He was a noted Surgeon of account Who to the seat of justice there did mount When I a Schoole-boy was he then was Maior And ore the Citty swaid in justice chaire His name was Thomas Williams there approv'd For knowledge wit and skill of all belov'd My Surgeon here is of that name and nature Ordain'd of God to make me live Gods creature And here on earth his servant would I be To blaze his love and mercy unto me This dreadfull newes to Hereford did come Which struck my brother friends and mother dumbe Then she who never thought to visit Wales God did appoint to mount those hils and dales If any were within that sad short way She did not them respect with delay She and my brother came with speed to see What dire mischance had happened unto me Oh! for my sins is was on God blest day For which my Conscience makes me fast and pray His Sabbath I prophaned sundry times But specially I grieve for all those crimes I did on Whitsunday declar'd before Which caus'd the Lord to punish me so sore Wherefore with heart and soule I dayly pray That I may truely keepe his Sabbath day Lord make the world detest that great offence And let all Christians have that spirituall sence The Surgeon whom God sent began to try His hopefull skill my wound he did unty The sharpe incision made he open layd Which made my friends the lookers on affraid Saying with feare if more blood this man spill He needs must dye yet doth he dye with skill Then he replyd thinke you my skill so small VVhat ere I doe there shall not much blood fall From him my flesh he scar'd as he thought good And with his fingers still he stopt the blood My skin he flaid and did raspe out that bone Which in my temples cract upon a stone But by Gods providence and Surgeons skill A spoonfull more of blood he did not spill The bone wraspt up it smeld egregiously And ore the braine he said three skins did lye ●f each of them were putrify'd then he May linger yet but long he cannot be Alive two tainte where the third was not With putrifaction stain'd blemish or spot Whereat my friends and Surgion did rejoyce ●n hope the Lord my God did heare the voice Of some that prayd yet they an alteration Feard which fell beyond mans expectation For God himselfe which did my flesh torment Reviv'd my soule and made my heart repent Then in the morne before the breake of day The Surgeon sent to see how quiet I lay My loving friends who watcht with me that night With courteous words againe did him requite Surely said they the Surgeon hands are blest For since his fall he tooke not so much rest The former Surgeon his attendance gave And all things brought which he desir'd to have Their care their paines their love did still abound They griev'd they fear'd they hop'd I mercy found With God and when they hopes of life did see They prais'd the Lord and each one prayd for me Then did they view my dreadfull wound againe And order gave what meats I should refraine And when my grievous wound they view and drest The Surgeon God did send made this request Cause I have many patients here and there And my long absence might put them in feare I pray be pleas'd sith feare of death is past That unto them againe I now may hast His brother Williams he would leave with me For under God he sav'd your life said he Had not he found the fracture in the head And an incision made you had beene dead Before this time therefore you live to God All comes from him he smote you with his rod These words my Masters pleas'd my friends also Who said to him you know your time to goe Let us not hinder you goe when you please For God appointed you to give him ease After which time he two dayes more did stay But then with speed he seem'd to post away The former Surgeon then his skill did shew But how this wound I had I did not know For after I abus'd the Sabbath day I did remaine in health a weeke they say And more but all that time I cannot tell What ere I did being then both sound and well Nor six weekes after I was hurt alas Nothing I know nor how it came to passe But by relation I will make it knowne Wherefore Gods judgement was upon me showne It was for mine offence seven weekes before Which still I doe remember but no more Saving those things I did