Selected quad for the lemma: saint_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
saint_n	let_v	lord_n	song_n	1,501	5	9.9369	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A85421	Tvvo hyms, or spirituall songs; sung in Mr. Goodwins congregation on Friday last being the 24. of Octob. 1651. Which was a day set apart by authority of Parliament for a solemn thanksgiving unto God by this nation, for that most wonderfull and happy successe of the English army under the conduct of his excellency the Lord General Cromwel over the Scottish forces at Worcester. Also a letter for satisfaction of some Presbyterian ministers, and others, who hold it unlawfull to give thanks for the shedding of blood.	Goodwin, John, 1594?-1665.	1651 (1651)	Wing G1212; Thomason E1300_4; ESTC R209000	4,222	14

hath given Out of his bowels tender The heavens in travail lately were Of Englands joy and peace They are deliver'd and brought forth A crop of pleasant fare The Heavens do pipe come let us dance They call to joy and gladness La ts answer in the voice of man Saved by God from sadness And after this days sacred joy Where is no place for sorrow Abstain from sin then this day joy Shall be your joy too morrow Yea then they shall nere take away The voice of joy from our Land Our joyes without or clips or clouds Like Sun and morn shall stand Mr. 〈◊〉 Song or Hym. AWake awake Let 's all arise With loud voice let us Sing To God our Lord and Saviour A Song of Thanksgiving O all ye Saints behold and see The beauty of your God Who hath prepar'd another Glass Besides that of his Word For you to see his Glory in Who are so much in 's heart He loves to shew his glorious Face Though we have no desert Look full his Sons of glory then Be strook with admiration To see the wonderous works of God The God of your Salvation Neer twenty thousand men of Arms Of late crept in this Nation Whose face was principally set Against Gods Habitation Princes and great men more then one In this works had their hands The liberty of English Saints To put in Iron bands They said within themselves all 's well How rich is our design To kill and slay spoil and destroy The Company of English men So stout and big the Sons of Pride Whose hearts were full of Lust The great and mighty God hath sent What they for us did trust He crusht their rage and cruelty The proud which did advance The wicked he hath now brought low And troden down their place Amongst Princes and Nobles all The Lord contended sore This is the fruit of cruelty The Saints they have the more O all ye Enemies abroad Why should you vainly think Of thorns to gather Grapes and make Your sweet and pleasant Drink T is righteousnesse and peace doth kiss And truth them both imbrace If ever you would taste such fruit Let righteousness take place And yea O sons and Saints of God What say you to this sight Shall not the goodnes of your God Be greatly your delight And now O Saints what Creatures then Can carry you away Who have been blest with such a sight To make you go astray Let all agree with us this day Let this be our Thanksgiving To give our selves and ours to God And bring in all men living Another Hym of Mr. John Goodwins THe mighty God hath once again appear'd from Heaven high His people to deliver from The house of slavery The Iron yoke he lately broke which men prepared had To put upon the necks of Saints to make their hearts full sad The Northern waves lift up their voice and roar'd so terribly That English Land thereat 'gan quake and tremble fearfully Of Men and Horses fierce and stout Their Armies were prepared Gebal and Ammon Amalek and Tyre were insnared To joyn in sinfull league against the Lord the Lord of might And his despised ones because they weak appear'd in fight Come let us tread them down said they Like clay and mire in street Wee 'l give them Laws and Lords and Kings And all as we think meet Our Sword shall teach them what to know Of God what to believe To worship God as they think meet No longer will we give Their lives upon their knees they shall Of us begg and intreat The dust o' th Earth we will compell Them to lick at our feet These swelling words the Heavens above Disdeigned long to bear The Starrs made ready for to fight Each one out of his sphere And God the holy one of those Who thus despised were To stop the way 'gainst such rebukes Brought forth both shield and spear His Enemies heart he takes away And gives unto his Friends To them the wings of fear for flight To these a Sword he sends To execute his judgment just On them that sought their woe To teach them violence to hate And righteous things to do The Lord and his together thus Triumphed gloriously Thousands by death yet thousands more Fell by Captivity This mighty work recall's to mind The dayes of ancient date When God on high the swelling power Of Egypt did abate And when the staffe of Midian Was by him broke in sunder Wherewith he smote the innocent And sought to bring them under This is a day the Lord hath made A day of grace and wonder Where in our prayers from the Heave's He answer'd hath in thunder Out of the hands and bands of those Who sought to make us thrall He hath deliver'd us by an Hand Far higher then they all He that hath thus deliver'd us Shall be our God forever Him will we love Him will we serve Forsake us be will never FINIS