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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	heart_n	son_n	17,006	5	5.6134	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01617	Some select psalms of David turn'd a-new into metre, and suited to the common tunes sung in parish churches: with a divine Pindarique ode on the redemption of man. / By Charles Wormington, Gent.; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. 1697.	Wormington, Charles, fl. 1697.	1697 (1697)	Wing B2604C; ESTC R172924	13,195	76

well-tun'd Cymbals let Your Solemn Thanks resound That your Devotions still may be With choicest Musick crown'd Let every Thing with Breath inspir'd Their mighty Lord proclaim Let Heav'n and Earth in Consort join To Praise His Holy Name A DIVINE Pindarique ODE ON The Redemption of Man FITTED To the Holy Times OF ADVENT and LENT ODE ON The Redemption of Man I. AWake awake o my Lethargick Soul And off Sin 's weighty Fetters shake Let not the Tyrant thus control And thee its Slave its boasted Captive make But rise and here o let thy unvail'd Eye Survey a new thy glorious Liberty Lo where the long expected Day appears And the bright Sun its western Journey steers The Day which now of lasting Peace the joyful Tydings bears Hail sacred Morn and Thou more sacred Light VVho thus with evangelick Rays Inform'st our darken'd Sight Inform'st our erring VVays Long in Egyptian Darkness have we lain Like those unhappy and benighted Souls VVho wand'ring live beneath the Shady Poles Not knowing how alas or where VVhilst nought but Nature's Twilight did remain VVhich gave but a dim Prospect of our future State In this wild Maze our doubtful course to steer Or counter-trace the strict Decree of Fate II. BUt Happy Soul no more shall dread Despair Nor all the Powers of Hell or Darkness there O're-spread the Brightness of thy Hemisphere Since from on high the Day-spring now descends And on this lower VVorld it's Glory bends Since the great Will of the Jehovah's known By the stupendious Message of his Son And all those blest Effects which did depend thereon Death even now by an eternal Doom Is but the Effigies of Sleep become Humanity's last chearful Stage from this To that bright World of never-fading Bliss VVhere with our Souls our Bodies are to be From all their gross Impuritie Refin'd into a glorious Immortalitie O blest Inversion of our wretched State And all those miserable Consequences which on it did wait III. COme then my Soul and be no longer mute But rise and take thy well strung Lute Set to thy Heart VVith nicest Ear and strictest Art And with the Lark thy morning Hymns prepare VVho now begins to mount the Air To chant her early Matins there O come and with her bear a Part Raise up the Strings raise up thy Heart And to the sacred undivided Three Make thou thy due Return of Praise In hallow'd Lays Let Father Son and Holy Spirit be The divine Gam'ut of thy Harmonie In those three ever-sacred Notes o let Thy grateful Ayres still move thy Hymns be set Until at length in that bright Quire above Where reigns eternal Musick endless Love They shall b' inspir'd beyond all studious Pains VVith far more lasting more seraphick strains IV. SHall every Creature every living Thing Prepare to celebrate th' approaching Spring And to their great Creator their due Praises bring Shall the sweet Birds together now repair And with their rural Anthems fill the Air To welcome in the new-born Year Shall even Nature from Earth's naked Bed Wherein she seem'd so long to have lain dead Unfold anew her Treasures and arise With all her pompous Train of Liveries To pay her God her annual Sacrifice Shall every Creature thus ah thus put on A chearful Look to meet th'advancing Sun And shalt not thou my Soul my better Part From curs'd Estate redeem'd with thankful Heart Join in the grateful Consort and present Thy consecrated Instrument That Instrument which lay so long untun'd and out of date As if it had bemoan'd thy unreversed Fate For shame for shame strike the prepared String Till 't is in tune with Nature found Till with thy Praises thou hast made it sound And be not Thou the only silent thing V. GLory be therefore to the great Three-One The Eather Holy Spirit and the Son Who Sit with equal Power on th' eternal Throne Glory and Praise be ever to the Lamb Heaven 's mighty Darling and the Soul's Desire Th' incessant Song of the Seraphick Quire Who from the Bosome of his Father came Did from his Majesty a while retire That he might here to wretched Mankind prove Those long expected Blessings of his Love Who was e're yet the World 's vast Frame was laid Who for Time's Fulness only stay'd E're the' important Embassy he made O may I thus for ever be Mysterious undivided Three Employ'd in praising in admiring Thee May all things both in Heaven and Earth Which now have either Life or Breath Which either on the Ground do creep Or in the Seas or Waters keep Which either in the Air do fly Or in the higher Regions ly Which in the heavenly Quire are plac'd And with thy glorious Presence grac'd For ever here below and there above In holy and exalted Mirth Set forth thy universal Love Till the whole Round of Heaven and Earth By their according Notes shall ring With the loud Praises of th' eternal King VI. O The stupendious State of restor'd Man Which stinted Reason cannot scan Nor all the Power of vain Philosophy define What is so far beyond the Reach of it's short Sounding-Line What could have so engag'd the Deity O wondrous Riddle of Divinity Thus to contract Immensity And in our narrow Nature to descend At once a God offended and a Friend Stript of his brightest Glories from above Where in full Lustre He enthron'd had fat Th' all-wise Dictator of th' Immortal State Heaven 's mighty Monarch of eternal Date And by a new grand Charter in his Blood To make us of his Kingdom free Which we in Sin so long before with-stood And give us there again a Property But the soft Dictates of Paternal Love VII 'T Was Thou alone the sweetning Atribute To whom we daily make our humble suit Thou who to every Creature do'st dispense Thy free and gentle Influence 'T was Thou that did'st perform what was so long fore-told In misty Prophecies of old And did'st by thy prevailing Power Lapst Man again to Liberty restore And all he lost by Eden's Sin before Thou matchless Love wert the magnetick Spell Which wrought th' amazing Miracle And thus defeated the Designs of Hell Nought cou'd divert thy penetracting Force Or stop the Stream of thy unbounded Course For ah offended Love When from above My naked Sins did for thy Vengeance call At my presumptuous disobedient Fall Even when Justice had unsheath'd her Sword And waited only for the fatal Word T was then that Thou thy Mighty Self to shew Didst step between and on thy Side receive the direful Blow VIII LO to you sacred Hill direct thine Eye The Theatre of Wo Mount Calvary Where Death in all her pompous Horror sits And issues out her fatal Writs VVhere She her utmost Empire does display And tho' for ever vanquish'd wins the Day There o my Soul thou may'st at large descry In Scenes of Blood the Holy Tragedy Lo where a gathering Stormy Mob appears And by their boist'rous Cries untune the Spheres Nought through the Throng is heard but Crucify And t is concluded the great Son of God must dye Not t' attone their Sins but satisfy their Lust the Bent of their remorseless Cruelty VVhilst He alas continues still t' appear All Love and while They now his ling'ring Death prepare The giddy Deed forgives And to his enrag'd Fathers Ear Breaths forth their Pardon with his dying Prayer VVhilst the astonish'd Sun with-draws its Light And Nature sickens at the dreadful Sight IX SInce then the Christian Harvest is so near And Grace and Mercy do so ripe appear Be active o my Soul in this thy Day Bind up thy Sheaves and come away And on the holy Altar lay The Offering of thy First-Fruits VVhich with thy happy Circumstances Suits For look whereon already lyes To turn 't into an acceptable Sacrifice God's all enflaming Love Descending from above VVhere with the nimble Sparks thy ravish'd Thoughts may fly To that blest Place beyond the Sky VVhere heretofore in bright Celestial Fire The holy Prophet did from hence retire And there for ever reap thy Joy thy long Desire X. BUt hold Thy officious haste thou may'st my Soul forbear Nor thy Oblations now prepare Those empty Types of what 's already here For on the gory Altar lo where lies The God of Love whose self a bleeding dies And for thy Sins becomes both Priest and Sacrifice O dreadful but yet happy Sight From whence alone the feeble Soul takes Flight Mounts on the Wings of Faith and soars aright Thither with Joy come then prepare to fly My panting Soul And in those warm balsamick Streams which glide So freely there from his deep wounded Side Go bathe thy long contracted Leprosy That Leprosy alas of thy old Sin and Shame VVhich from the Surfit of thy Parents came Thither I say o thither fly with speed Where the Soul 's bless'd Bethesda stands indeed That sacred Pool from whose eternal Source All healing Virtues have their proper Course VVhere Purple Streams make glad the barren Soile VVith an Encrease beyond the Laborer's Toile VVhere Tides of Blessings do for ever flow And ' round whose Borders Peace and Pleasure grow VVhere all who are diseas'd may freely come And without Price or Trouble now have Room Where once the Heart is stir'd by Faith Love There needs no waiting 'till it's Waters move But where the Halt th' Infected and the Blind And all that enter with a willing Mind Their everlasting Cures may surely find FINIS