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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
nation_n	glad_a	let_v	praise_v	2,430	5	10.5210	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09942	Praiers of holi fathers, patryarches, prophetes, iudges, kynges, and renowmed men and wemen of eyther testamente; Bible. English. Selections.	Brunfels, Otto, 1488-1534. Precationes Biblicae.	1544 (1544)	STC 20200; ESTC S105486	67,253	226

reioyce in hym because wee haue hoped in his holy name Let thy merciful kyndnes O Lorde bee vpon vs like as wee haue reposed our trust in thee ¶ A stablishemēt of the mynde against suche as slaunder vs that wee again vpbrayde not theim whiche thyng is the greate gift of God Psal 39. I Was determined to kepe my waies that I offend not in my toungue so I shut my mouth Whyle the vngodly laie in a wayte for me I helde my toungue I was dome I kept silence for a good purpose but it was pain and grief vnto me My hearte was hote within me myes and in his truth shall he destroy theim Wherfore I wyll offer vnto thee and prayse thy name Oh Lorde because it is so comfortable for thou hast delyuered me oute of all my trouble so that myne eye seeth his desyre vpon myne enemyes ¶ That beyng lightened with Goddes grace wee may knowe here in erth the waye that leadeth to God whithe is a sure confydence vpon God and charyte towardes the neyghboure Psal 67. GOD bee mercyfull vnto vs blesse vs and shewe the lyghte of his countenaunce vpon vs. That wee maye knowe thy waye vpon earthe thy sauyng health among all heathen Let the people prayse thee O God yea let all people prayse thee Lette the people reioyse and bee glad for that thou iudgest the folke ryghteouslye and gouernest the nacions vpon earthe Lette the people prayse thee Oh God lette all people prayse thee God euen our owne god geueth vs his blessyng that the earthe m●●e bring forth her encrease God blesseth vs and lette all the endes of the world feare hym ¶ Agaynste Antechrist pursuynge and kyllyng the holy ones of God and defilyng the misteries of Goddes woorde Psal 79. OH God the heathen haue inuaded thyne herytage the holy temple haue they defyled and made Ierusalem an heape of stones The deade bodyes of thy seruauntes haue they geuen vnto the foules of the ayre to bee deuoured and the fleshe of thy holy ones vnto the beastes of the land Theyr bloude haue they shed lyke water on euerye syde of Ierusalem and there was no manne to burye theim wee are become an open shame vnto oure enemyes a very scorne and verision vnto theim that are round about vs Lorde howe longe wylte thou bee angry shall thy gelousye burne lyke fyre for euer Powre oute thy indignacion vpon the Heathen that know thee not and vpon the kyngdomes that call not vpon thy name For they haue deuoured Iacob and layde wast his dwellynge place Oh remembre not oure olde synnes but haue mercye vpon vs and that soone for wee are come to greate mysery Helpe vs Oh God oure sauyoure for the glorie of thy name Deliuer vs and forgeue vs oure synnes for thy names sake Wherfore shall the Heathen saye where is nowe theyr God Lette the vengeaūce of thy seruaūtes bloud that is shed bee openly shewed vpon the Heathen in oure syghte Lette the sorowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee acordyng to the strength of thyne arme preserue those that are apoynted to dye And for the blasphemye wherewith oure neyghbours haue blasphemed thee rewarde theim Oh Lorde seuen folde into theyr bosome So wee that bee the people and shepe of thy pasture shall geue thee thankes for euer and wyll alwaye bee shewynge forthe thy prayse more and more ¶ A prayer and yeldynge of thankes for that wee bee redemed by Christ frō eternall deathe Psal 86. BOwe downe thyne eare Oh Lorde and heare me For I am confortles and poore Kepe my soule for I am gyltlesse Oh my God helpe thy seruaunte that putteth his truste in thee Bee mercyfull vnto me Oh Lorde for I call dayly vpon thee Comforte the soule of thy seruaunte for vnto thee Oh Lorde dooe I lyfte vp my soule For thou Lorde art good and gracious and of great mercy vnto all theim that call vpon thee Geue eare Lorde vnto my prayer and ponder my humble desire In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon thee for thou hearest me Amonge the goddes there is none like vnto thee Oh Lord there is not one that can doo as thou dooest All nacions whome thou haste made shall come and worshyp before thee Oh Lorde and shall glorifie thy name For thou arte great thou dooest wonderous thynges thou arte God alone Leade me in thy waye oh Lorde that I may walke in thy truthe Oh lette my hearte bee lyghte in fearynge thy name I thanke thee oh Lord my god and wyll prayse thy name for euer For great is thy mercy towarde me thou haste delyuered my soule from the nethermoste hell O God the proude are rysen ayenst me and the congregacion of the myghtye seketh after my soule and set not thee before their eies But thou oh Lorde God arte full of compassion and mercye longe sufferyng great in goodnesse and truthe Tourne thee O Lorde vnto me haue mercye vpon me geue thy strengthe vnto thy seruaunt and helpe the sōne of thyne handmayd Shewe some token vpon me for good that they whiche hate me maye see it and bee ashamed because thou Lorde haste helped me and comforted me ¶ When wee bee cleane put oute of all comforte wee may praye with the prophet in the persone of Christe Psal 88. OH Lorde God my sauyoure I crye day and nyght before thee Lette my prayer entre into thy presence enclyne thyne eare vnto my callyng For my soule is full of trouble and my lyfe draweth nye vnto hel I am counted as one of theim that goo downe vnto the pytte I am euen as a manne that hathe no strength I am founde amonge the deade lyke vnto theim that lye in the graue Which bee out of remembraunce and are cut awaye by thy hande Thou haste dryuen me into the lowe pytte into darknesse out of whiche can no man wade Thy displeasur lyeth harde vpon me and thou vexest me with all thy floudes Thou haste put awaye myne acquayntaunce farre fro me and made me to bee abhorred of theim I am so faste in prysone that I can not gette forthe My syghte fayleth for verye trouble Lorde I call dayly vpon thee and stretche out my handes vnto thee Doost thou shewe wonders amongst the deade Can the phisycions rayse theim vp agayn that they may prayse thee Maye thy louyng kyndnesse bee shewed in the graue or thy faythfulnesse in destruccyon Maye thy wonderouse woorkes bee knowen in the darke or thy ryghteousnesse in the lande where all thynges are forgotten Vnto thee I crye Oh Lorde and earlye cōmeth my prayer before the Lord why puttest thou awaye my soule Wherfore hydest thou thy face from me My strengthe is gooen for very misery with fearfulnesse doo I beare thy burdens Thy wrathfull displeasure gooeth ouer me the feare of thee oppresseth me They come rounde aboute me dayly lyke water and compasse me together on euery syde My louers and frendes haste thou put awaye frome me and tourned awaye myne acquayntaunce