Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	faith_n	grace_n	heart_n	10,388	5	4.9061	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02597	King Iames his encomium· Or A poeme, in memorie and commendation of the high and mightie monarch Iames; King of great Britaine. France, and Ireland &c. our late soveraigne, who deceased at Theobalds. vpon Sunday the 27. of March. 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun, of Silvertown-hill	Hamilton, Francis, of Silvertown-hill.	1626 (1626)	STC 12726; ESTC S105969	15,621	34

And pray that in King Charles thou doe restore him Restore him in such vertues and such grace Elisha-like in good Eliah's place With double portion of thy holy Spirit Confirming Faith conferring grace to vnite His whole affection both of soule and heart Rightly to thee so that they never part Make the good motions of thy Spirite him guide Supreame Essence who can not bee divide Thy wings bee his protection grace and power In the assalt of all temptations houre And if his sinnes which God forbid become Notorious blacke or thicke or darke or dimme Or like such clowdes as doth the Sunne obscure Dissolve them Lord and let not them endure King of all Kings so make thy mercies shine In through and by Christ that he knowe hee is thine So that hee doe repent returne amend In wisedome love faith zeale till life shall end New gifts new graces daylie to him grant In such aboundance so that hee nought want Incresse in him what 's good and take away All sinne which may his soule seduce or slay Most mighty Lord from throne of mercies grace Exempt him not so that thou hyde thy Face Stand by him Lord and save him from such errour Of mind as may procure his conscience terrour From damn'd defection and from all disgrace Good Lord deliver Charles in each case Remember not his sinnes but pardon give Exalt him by thy grace and him relieve From danger of all foes ' gainst him repine Who would him trap in traines which they propine Bee his defence against all stormes and charmes Remember Lord to keepe him in thine armes From all assalts bee thou his strong refuge Save him from all temptations and from grudge Grant Lord he cause amend what is amisse In all his Kingdomes so that thou doe blesse Both him and them and all to him belong Maintaine vs and avenge vs of foes wrong Except they doe repent amend returne And so leave off to make thy Saints to mourne The royall reigne of Charles wee recommend To thee O Lord of Hostes O Lord defend In right Religion his royall Realmes all His subject Princes Nobles great and small His forraine Friends and favorits reward And vnto all pertaine him bee a guard His generous Gentles blesse thou whosoever His loyall subjects that they not swerve nor sever Prevent him and all his from Heaven above With saving grace with mercie peace and love In all temptations houre must come to try Thy Saints on Earth who doe on thee rely O let not foes prevaile gainst thee nor Atheists Nor none of their owne merite-vaunting Papists Robbing the Lord of Love and life his glorie With Soule-ficke-fairded fictions making sorie Praying and causing others for to pray In tongues vnknowne not knowing what they say Suffer not foes sinne Satan so t'assalt That thine from thee or slide or fall or halt From feare or force of forraine foes or plots Preserve King Charles and his from all their shots And from their craftie carriage which is knowne Now to bee like to bladders which are blowne Conspyring ' gainst our King and Countries good Exulting when by errours they illude Abusing sacred Name calde Iesuites Who rather ought to bee calde Gibeonites Deluding men with worse than rotten bread In stead of such as Soules and bodies feed Respecting the proud Pope and his curst traine More than Christs glorie which they doe restraine Whilst craftelie they derogate from Christ And arrogate vnto their perverse Priest Distich King Charles takes vp what did King Iames lay downe Three Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne On King Iames the defunct dead to sinne and living for ever to righteousnesse On the liuing King Charles dying to sinne living and to live for ever to righteousnesse On the perverse Pope living to sinne dying and to dye for ever to righteousnesse except he repent and convert to the Trueth Francis Hamiltoun his first Essay Feb. 7. 1626. ⁂ A Poeticall Ecphrase and Paraphrase on the 13 verse of the 14 chapter of S. Iohns Revelation SAying to me from Heaven a voice hear I Write Blest are they which in the Lord doe die From hence foorth yea the Sprit sayes for they rest Them from their labours and their workes whilst blest Doe follow them * even their reward is such According to their workes litle or much Not for their workes for they doe much debord From the commands and will of Christ our Lord Although good workes from his good Sprit proceed And as from him are perfect workes indeed Yet in all mortall men by sinfull nature Are more or lesse infect'd with sinnes foule feature And as in sinfull man they cannot merite That man the ioyes of Heaven for aye inherite Through faith in Christ our Saviour God and Man Heavens ioyes we gaine which Christ vnto vs wan Yet must we have good workes as fruit which show The goodnesse of the tree whereon they grow Least wee bee lyke to fruitlesse trees which cut Are cast in fyre For to each tree its roote The axe is layd and if they bring not foorth Good fruit they are cut downe as nothing woorth But to be cast in hell amongst the Divels The Authors and suggesters of our evils The triumph of every true Christian defunct O death where is thy sting O grave where is thy victorie now shaw O all your strength through sinne was in Gods Law Which Christ fulfil'd My King Through faith which Christ inspired by his Sprit I now with him doe rest And shall aye praise my God and Saviour sweet No more with sinne opprest Song to the comfort of every true Christian BLyth may he be though his death doe arrest him Hath his sinnes dash'd out of the bookes of accounting Blyth may he be though his friends haue opprest him Finds by true faith true spirituall ioyes surmounting Earthly things though prompt in pomp like to flowres are fading When the Arch-Angell soundeth his Trumpe no time for dissuading Death when past brings at last either ioy or sorrow Then respect doth neglect one moment to morrow Time then is gone and no more can returne Time can no more as then deiect nor advaunce thee Heaven or in Hell man must dwell ioy or mourne Even as a tree cut downe to dye shall thy death inhaunce thee Chaunce and Fortune haue no place God for all provideth Sinfull life or mercies grace makes what man betideth Life or death after breath from which is no returning God doth guide and provide mirth for those are mourning If thou to day heare his voyce who doth says Better now thou weepe for sinne nor to laugh for pleasure Banish therefore away all shifts of delay Turne repent thee with teares to be kept in his treasure Mind'st thou to haue knock seeke and craue for the time is sliding Knock he wil open seek thou shalt find aske whiles thy Lord is biding He will grant thou nought want who so deare hath bought thee He will redresse thy distresse who

shield of Faith in Christ fred his default And quench'd those fierie darts with sacred blood Which Christ for Iames had shed vpon the Rood His counting booke of Conscience did occurre For to controule his Faith and barre the doore Or gates of Heauen for his sinfull transgression But hee by true repentance and confession Through faith in Christ to God by 's mercies looke Had all his sinnes scrapt out of Conscience booke Vpon his head the helmet of Salvation Vpon his breast to save him from damnation The breastplate of true righteousnesse through faith In Christ his Saviour who him sav'de from wrath And did the joyes of Heaven for him procure Giving him Faiths true shield to make him sure His loynes hee girt with Trueth his feete hee shod With Peace-preparing Gospell of our God Watching and praying in his Spirit assuring His Soule by perseverance and enduring Till his last breath Who thus and thus could say Death can dissolve this Mansion house of clay But gainst my Faith my love my hope my zeale To kill my Soule there can no death prevaile I know my sinnes are great and that they might Iustlie bring on an everlasting Night Vpon my Soule but my Redeemer liveth My God my Lord who all my sinnes forgiveth And mee releives from all such hellish paine As would my Soule and bodie aye haue slaine Christ was my comfort now is and shall bee My All in All in his Aeternitie My faith is firme and in Religion right My hope in him through his owne mercies might Who hath directed and protected mee In the right way of true fidelitie So calling for the blessed Bread and Wine Externall signes of mysteries divine The Sacramentall seales of his Salvation And tokens given of true justification Making true mention of our Saviours death And how hee hath his Saints redeemde from wrath Hee them receives vpon the selfe-same day Wherein hee first did Englands Scepter sway The third day after that hee had received The Sacrament which hee sincerely craved The twentie sixt of March beeing Saturday Yet the Iewes Sabbath who did Christ betray A day for rest ordaind at the Creation That therein God should haue by everie Nation Adored beene according to the rites Contained in the ancient holie writes And kept till Christ did from the dead arise To gaine to all his Saints heavens glorious Prise Which day the Iewes while as from Christ they swerve Doe keepe as holy for they so deserve For crucifying of the Lord of glorie Renouncing Iesus Christ and 's sacred storie Of saving grace who doth Salvation giue To all baptised who in him belieue The noon-tide of this Iewish Sabbath past About two houres King Iames lost speech at last After that hee his Princely sonne resolued And often kiss'd longing to be dissolved And though approching Death did him assaile So that his speech had now begun to faile Yet whilst they read or pray as Christ commands He lifting up his eyes his armes his hands Gaue cleare consent and what hee could not speake His sighing Soule did from Christ Iesus seeke The twenty sixt of March Saturday gone The Iewish Sabbath chang'd for this reason Our Saviour rose having made satisfaction To God his justice for all sinfull action Of all his Elect in thought vvord and deed And for all sinne originall did proceed From our preceeding parents whosoever From Adam Eue and from them all together Triumphing over Satan Sinne Death Hell That hee and his in heaven might ever dwell On the first day as then was of the weeke Before that Mary Magdalen did seeke The Tombe of Christ wherein hee was interred Calling him for the Gardner having erred Which day all Christians doe our Lords day call Religiously observing it withall Sinceritie mov'd by the good example Of the Apostles preaching in the temple And by the warrant of Gods word in writ Saint Iohn being ravish'd in his spirit on it Heard a great voyce as of a trumpet sound Which Alpha and Omega did resound Commanding him to write within a booke What he did see that they thereon might looke And send it to the Churches seven which were In Asia Ephesse Smyrne Pergame Thyatire To Sardis Philadelphia Laodicea Where now the Turke reignes cruelties Idea Even on that day Christ Iesus did arise From death to gaine heavens glory for a prise To him and all his Elect through his merit On that Lords day King IAMES did heaven inherit The Holy One in persons three distinguish'd One God and indivisible extinguish'd His mortall life and life immortall gaue him And did in new Ierusalem receiue him The three times nint or nine times third of March The twenty seventh King Iames his soule did marche Amongst those Angels and those Saints of God Which haue with our Redeemer their abode The thousand yeare six hundred twenty fiue Since our sole Saviour tooke on mortall life Immortall life prevailing over breath Made him triumph over sinne shame hell and death O is hee gone and shall we not bedew His Tombe with teares did peace and loue renew So oft Shall he for such rare vertues sake As rang in him which many Christians lacke Forgotten be No till this world shall end Our pennes and poems shall King Iames commend And were it not that heavens did so decree Our prayers yet had stayd Deaths destinie But that his maker would such Soule embrace As lov'd and long'd to see his Sauiours face To render thankes and euerlasting praise Alwayes to him who did through Christ him raise Vnto such Glory as he shall adore And never cease to praise the Lord therefore We waile not KING IAMES Nor need we him lament Whose Soule in Heauen before his oyle was spent Whose Lampe gaue Light and Lanterne like did lead By his example rightly to proceed Both Kings and Kaesars Monarches of the Earth Princes and Peares as well in life as death We waile not KING IAMES who for the heauenly Ioyes Hath left to dally with all earthly Toyes We wail not KING IAMES whose Ioye surmounteth more Now in one houre then all his dayes before We wail not KING IAMES Great Britains Iewell faire Thrise Crowned King ' mongst Kings a Phoenix rare We wail not KING IAMES who rendered to his race Three Kingdomes Crownes t' enjoy in heauen his place We wail not KING IAMES whose potent pen refuted The Foes of Christ and hath them much rebuted We wail not KING IAMES who writ those thornie cares Which Crownes and Scepters in their compasse beares We wail not KING IAMES who Mysteries vnfolded Which Iohn in Pathmos I le in trance beholded We wail not KING IAMES whose Daemoniacke storie Discovered many vices and vaine Glorie We wail not KING IAMES nor need we to deplore one Who did afford such a Basilike Doron Wee waile not KING IAMES who learn'dly did rehearse King Davids Psalmes in his owne royall verse We wail not KING IAMES whose Name whose Fame whose worth Is more and more by