Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	life_n	son_n	10,349	5	5.4228	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41983	A briefe vnvailing of God and mans glory in which is 1. A briefe rehearsall of happinesse in generall, 2. How this happiness is manifested by Iesus Christ, 3. the soules song of love / by John Greene.	Greene, John, Master of Arts.	1641 (1641)	Wing G1818; ESTC R37404	9,664	24

with all his powers and principalities 'T is gone to hell and hath it's doome with darknesse and with lies The Prince of Hell is now adjudg'd in chaines of wrath to lie And by these chaines perplexed sore throughout Eternity Who was it girt himselfe with zeale or who with fury came To tread the Wine-presse of Gods wrath and so to get a name What power was that which conquer'd sinne whose Wisedome made it's way Or can you tell where those joyes are which hath skarr'd griefe away Hee 's call'd by name Emanuell and well he may so be In that he left his royall Throne to dwell with me and thee The world it was a place whereas his glory he might show And yet though glory did appeare few men of it did know The humane nature was a vaile which kept light from our eyes And yet that was the ordinance by which our blisse did rise Here was the wonder of a God a thing so meane and low Should bring to passe such mighty things and all his Counsell show Here 's wisdome in a mystery and power uncontrol'd The Fountaines deepe and sundry Springs of life you may behold For by his death to God we are restored backe again And now our enemies wear our bands and vext are with our paine What pangs what woe's what miseries must they be sure to have Now death is dead and guilt is fled and griefe lies in his grave Where 's darknesse now become that cloath'd it selfe with blacknesse hue Can it out-brave the light of life and it's bright beames eschew If so stand forth you hellish powers where are your spels to charme Or shew some nurcery that is new to bring unlook't for harme What is your wit quite lost at once can none take us away Out of the hands of him whom we doe count our strength and stay If by his death so great a losse his enemie doth endure His life must be a greater crosse and they must beare it sure His Saints are set at liberty as men from death set free Their joyes before them fast doe stand and in these joyes they see Their Saviour compast with the strength and height of fullest blisse The Father with his glory bright with many smiles him kisse And thus he saith my sonne I lay the charge upon thy hand The substance of the Godhead great is thine for to command I know no joy no rest no peace but what I have in thee I am thy strength thou art my might by thee I looke to see The glory of my beauties faire abroad the world to speake And so to cause things high and strong to be esteemed weake All flesh must fall before thy face though seemingly 't is gay Yet when thy glory doth arise i'ts beauty fals away My treasure all ' it s in thy breast the incombs of my praise Returnes according to the power and wisedome of thy wayes The honour that the Father hath 't is gained by the Sonne The Spirit worketh all in all and so their praise is one The childrens life is hid in him this life is all things sweet Concentred in his breast the which makes him a Saviour meet There 's light most full there 's truth most strong and glory as a flame And holinesse amongst the rest shewes forth his mighty name The Image of the Fathers face in him is seene most bright And whosoever doth it see lives in the clearest light By it they come to understand the Father and the Sonne All that they have all that they are to be entirely one The life the which each other lives is in the selfe-same good The Father is all beauties rare the Sonne this understood He dwelleth in his bosome sweet and knoweth well his minde Hee 's call'd by name his Counsellor and by him he doth finde How Wisdomes glory may be seene in things that are obscure And when he hath no footsteps seene then are his wayes full sure This glorious mystery is so high there is none can it finde If any of it knoweth ought 't is he saith I am blinde It 's more then sixteene hundred yeares when first it had a tongue And though so long it hath remain'd it still is fresh and young The age hereof Eternity it doth make knowne and wee Shall then by light taste and feele life when Conquerors we shall be Who shall declare the Fathers minde unlesse it be the Sonne And when men come to know the same by it their hearts are wonne To dwell where grace and love doth meet and so to finde a rest Even in his bosome where they know they are secure and blest There are they fill'd with all delights their Cup doth overflow Their comforts never die nor flie but flourish still and grow Though they like to Leviathan could drinke up Rivers wide Yet doth these vast eternall deepes in their full strength abide There are they ever measuring out these everlasting measures And by their labour they doe finde new Springs of living pleasures The world and all it's joyes are lost when they in him are found They see all Shadowes fly away their rest is true and sound Was ever any taken up into his bosome sweet And did not finde Loves glorious face with smiles him kisse and greet Nor ever lay there any space but had their face with glory Most richly deckt and in their hearts there written was a story Of things most rich most high most pure mysterious and unknowne The world it cannot understand because they love their owne The spirit doth transforme and mould into the image bright Both of the Father and the Son by both their pow'r and light All these which are by glorious beames drawne up into the Son Lives in the midst of lasting light where life doth purely run More clear than any chrystall stream more strong than any tide The sweetnesse of this water pure invites men to abide Where they may drink and be refresht and in themselves may know This fountain runs their springs doth rise and plentifully flow The truth of all is surely this that Iesus now is set And made a Prince of high degree to shew Gods glory great The Father trusts him with his stock and fulnesse of his store He hath the rule of all he hath he hath not any more This Iesus is our brother dear he hath our portions sure Hee 's true hee 's wise hee 's strong withall in him they are secure He like a nurse doth cherish us by drops as we can bear And when we come to greater strength then greater is our share From him we suck in him we grow into his armes we flee There are we compast with all joyes and in these joyes we see Our names our natures and our life most clear most pure and bright The truth and glory of all we are even by the spirit of light This spirit searcheth deep into things that very high The length and breadth of glorious store it hath before its eye