Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	eternal_a	grace_n	life_n	5,484	5	4.4259	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16534	A spirituall hymne or The sacrifice of a sinner to be offred vpon the altar of a humbled heart, to Christ our Redeemer. Inverted in English sapphicks, from the Latine, of the reverend, religious, and learned divine, Mr Robert Boyd of Trocborege. By Sr William Mure yo: of Rowallane knight. By whom is also annexed a poeme, entituled Doomes-day. Containing, hells horrour, and heavens happinesse.; Roberti Boddii a Trochoregia Hecatombe christiana. English	Boyd, Robert, 1578-1627.; Mure, William, Sir, 1594-1657.	1628 (1628)	STC 3445; ESTC S116400	16,452	60

downe the Serpents head To wretched Man didst pittie plead Way leading to the Skyes 25 Oh what had beene our fearefull fate Deare soules Redeemer what our state Of ire what hudge inunding spaite had quenchde our of-spring weake Without thee Lord hells preys of late Who mongst thy saints didst vs relate And mounting heauens with glorie great deathes brazen barres didst breake 26 Who saues vs in the day of ire When all shall bee refinde with fire Who with thy Sp'rit dost vs inspire Arls of eternall Life Thy SP'RIT of peace our pledge our hyre Who all vnites of thy empire To Thee our Head our soules desire for ever shunning strife 27 His seuen-fold grace doth vs defend From snares the World the flesh forth send From Fiends infernall which doe bend theirs pow'rs 'gainst Thine by night Which flie like pestes by day in end On winges with faith and hope empen'd Heauens starrie circuits wee transcend by vertue of his might 28 Hee who eternallie foorth came With Father and with Sonne the Same Third branch joynd with that twofold stream witnesse on earth to beare By him confirmde wee accesse claime To Gods hie Throne with feare and shame Brought low by him wee doe proclaime Abba O Father deare 29 He sending vp a secreet grone Doth penetrat Gods eares anone No wordes no cryes can reach his Throne nor speedier pierce the skies He doth vnsyle the eyes alone Of soules sincere to them is showne The lawes hid sense● Hee doth enthrone the lowe the proud despise 30 Soules languishing his grace revives To wandring steps hee regresse gives The falne liftes vp deathes throe's releiues by warme light of his flame The hardest heart of flint hee reaves For iubjects Rebells home receiues Subdues the stubburne that believes no hardnesse breedes him shame 31 Ev'n as perfumes which most excell Worke on weake sents and doe dispell All former loathings So befell Thy Saints the Virgines deare How soone thy Names sweet fragrant smell Was powred foorth all prostrate fell Who gainst Thee did before rebell Thy yoke now gladly beare 32 O let this dewy showre descend Of thy sweet Oyle that We in end That Rocke of safetie may ascend admitting no retreat Conduct vs who on thee depend Life-giuing essence vs defend Who here our days in dangers spend which vs each moment meete 33 Lead vs poore Pilgrims vnexpert Our Compasse Pilote Pole who art Through this inhospitall desert this vaile of bitter teares Where perill lurkes in euerie part Where Asps their poys'nous stings forth dart Whose plaines no pleasures else impart but scrotching drought and feares 34 Lead vs those rivers to frequent Where milke and honey yeelds content O! euer blesse with good event the wrestlings of thine owne Till comming in the firmament Unlookt for by earths trembling tent When times last Period shall bee spent Thy glory thou make knowne 35 That Day shall rest Heauens rolling spheares Earthes refluous tumults deathes pale feares O day which neuer night outweares Night by no day displac't Then to the source floods course reteires Time lurking then no more appears Hid in the vast abysse of yeares from whence it first did haste 36 O day which doth all blesse impart To all who vpright are in heart O day of horrour full of smart to all of sprite impure Day which shall sobs of saints convert In songes of Joy Day which shall dart Wrath on the wretcht who then shall start wak'd from their sleepe secure 37 That Trumpets terrifying sound That day their ears their souls shall wound In sine deepe Lethargie long drownde to heare a fearefull doome Whose noise whose murmurings profound Shall call what e're earths limits bound Or who in floods o'rewhelmde are found hid in the Oceans wombe 38 Who cheardare with the Worlds bright Eye ●nvest'd yet with mortalitie Or whose dead ashes scattered flie dispersde through earth or aire ●his dayes sharpe tryall all must see ●sentered once lifes miserie ●ea babes which scarce yet breathing bee must at this found appeare 39 When flammes shall furiously confound Lightning thy glorious Throne around What e're shall bee their object found in this inferiour Frame Shaking the World ev'n to the ground Razde from its center laid profound Dissolving what earths fabricke crownde with greatest Arte or fame 40 The Suns cleare beames clouds shall enfold Starres losse their light earths pride controld What Earthlings did most pretious hold records of wit of strength Shall with this mouuments rare mold More quicklie melt than can bee told All this great All shall as of old a Chaos turne at length 41 Then when the screiches and frightfull cryes Of such Gods wrath as vnderlyes Encrease the noise of rushing skies of earthes disjoynted frame Hee makes divorce that 's only wise The damned goates hee doth despise Poynts out his lambes whose sinfull dyes hee pu●gde with bloody streame 42 When blessed soules shall fred of feare Thy Throne encircling Thee draw neare As dayes comforting Beame the spheare the Orbe of purest heauen The clouds transcending shining cleare Thy footsteps streatched foorth to beare Those trembling bands shall streight reteare downe to the Center driven 43 Trembling to heare the thundring noise Of thy three-forked fearefull voyce Which streight their soules with sad annoyes with terrours strange shall pierce Hence hence yee cursed hells convoyes Who of this Portion earst made choyse In chaines of darknesse end your Joyes amidst hells furyes fierce 44 Goe curst for aye exy●de from light From hope from rest from all delight Where wormes ne're dying wrath and spight gnashing of teeth and teares ●then what horrour what affright ●hall on those hopelesse prisners light ●ebarrde eternally his fight who on the throne appeares To the right Vertuous and WORSHIPFULL THE MUSES Deare Minion St. W. MVRE Knight Author Epigram WHen thy sweet Sophoclean straines I read Motions of Love and Admiration breed Within my breast for thy soule-charming Songes To whom the Laurell as thy due belongs Haue rais'de in Mee hotte flammes of kinde Desire That I must love Thee still and still admire Thy glorious choyse and with deserved praise Stirre vp thy Muse a higher flight to raise Well dost Thou now disclaime that Dwarfling fond And builds thy Thoughts vpon a divine ground Walter Forbes DOOMES-DAY Containing HELLS horrour and HEAVENS happinesse By Sr WILLIAM MVRE yo of Rowallane Knight 1 BUT now my Sprite refresht a space Forbearing pressed steppes to trace Aspires aboue the vulgare prease to raise a second flight I feele my bosome peece and peece Warmde with vnusuall flammes Giue place Eare-charming fancies Artes disgrace affoording false delight 2 Thoughts which aboue the spheares inclyne Wings furnish to my weake engine If Thou O Lord the Horne of Thine in mee this Rapture wrought Bee present by thy power divine Grant in my