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	love_v	son_n	5,848	5	6.2157	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35958	True Christian love to be sung with any of the common tunes of the Psalms.	Dickson, David, 1583?-1663.	1655 (1655)	Wing D1411; ESTC R32402	12,047	32

be filde Now what can others love do heere to soule in such a case But adde more grief and make the vaile more thick to hide Christs face Then others loves all get you gone or else take servants place Too hard conditions were to me for you to quite his face For one houres joy in him is more though mixt with drierie tears Then all earths honour pleasure wealth can yeeld in many yeares Now let me rest and ruse my love who first me lov'd and chusde And long cald for my wortalesse love and would not be refusd I le seek his love as he sought mine and learn of him to love Since he invites I cannot misse though whiles he shall me prove My love 's his Fathers eldest sonne his Father King of Kings His heritage is Heaven and earth and in them both all things His wisdome laid the worlds round and parted Sea and Land Earths body through as vines he drew the waters with his hand He made the Sun and Stars so swift yet not be seen to move Least men on earth had vexed been with motions from above His strength upholds this weightie globe and yet which is far more He bare our sins and heavie wrath deserv'd of us therefore For trueth Gods promises in him are all Yea and Amen For love his death for us a proofe sufficient hath been For justice he can do no wrong for mercy there is none Or shal in hell be who have sought for grace through him alone Most loftie and most lowly minde most good and most severe Most lovely and most terrible do all in him cohere The meekest lamb to all his friends a Lyon to his foes He gives his peace to all that comes wrath followes all that goes No foe can stand before his face no fugitive can flee No lurking hole can hide from him his eyes do all things see Almighty all where present though his body heaven containe Eternall God though he as man mans properties retaine No robry for his maiestie his fathers match to be The fathers god-head and the Spirits and his are one all three Therefore when I do love the Son I love the father too And so the Spirit who dwell in him to all I worship do Hee is the tree of Life to me and so to all his own No fierie sword debars us now all wee for friends are known In him my Sabbath is begun he teacheth me to cease From mine own works and leads me to his rest by steps of peace Flood branchd in foure to water all new plants of paradice Redeemde and holy making them and righteous and wise Though we have slaine him yet his blood speaks better things for us Then Abels crying curse but his cryes Lord be gracious Though wrath should overflow the land as with a new deludge Or fire consume the earth yet Christs safe Ark is for refuge For now no wrath unmixt with love shall of his own be felt Because God in his sacrifice the smell of rest hath smelt And as the bow in clowd is pawn of not returning flood So is that offring constant pledge of our eternall good True Isaack offered up to me not minted at but slain Most Isaack like in this escape though slain he rose again Sweet Ioseph by his brethren sold by our means made to serve He hath provided well our food least we through want should sterve From Egypts bonds and slavery base it s he that sets us free It s he that doth prepare our way through floods and raging sea The Prophet raisde like Moses true but fruitfuller then he He law and curse and types of good Christ grace and truth gives me My duty Moses shewes but strength none can he give to do But Christ by teaching gives me life and will and action to The priest that offred only once and pacify'd for ay And needs not Aaron-like repeat his sacrifice each day For Aarons offring oft did prove his offring unperfite But Christs because it perfect makes God still our sins to quite In him all leav's and types are fild in him they have an end No further use of them since God did Christ their substance send No priest by office now on earth no proper sacrifice No alter of materials no fixt place of service The tent where God dwels bodily the temple where the tryst Is set for meeting of our God as reconcil'd is Christ He arke with readie Angels eled he mercy seat of God Accesse and oracles of peace giving to us abroad By him the withered rod bears fruit with him is manna hid The Law in him lyes closde from speach except through mercies lid By him my prayers are perfum'd and smell as insence sweet By him my cup is furnished and table fill'd with meat The Priest the alter and the Lamb the laver washing all And what else any rite did signe he fils up great and small The judge which rids his people from all adversaries hand Our kindly King by whom we may possesse that promis'd land To all his iubjects affable above all earthly Kings His basest servants have his ear at all times in all things He is the Churches darest love and therefore must be mine Though I be base yet will his grace to be my love incline Oft hath he prov'd his love to me and will not now decline Oft hath his love much sweeter been to me then finest wine Oft hath the preaching of his word in straits and fears of death As sweetest kisses been to me convoyed with lively breath Oft hath his Apples hunger stayde my thirst his flaggons quench'd Oft hath his shadow me refresht as herbs by dew bedrench'd Oft in his love withdrawing Hee from bed hath made me rise And seek him long before I fand to make me after wise And when we met his wrath was gone he cald me spouse betroath'd And washing me by pardon said my fair love though self loath'd Now fairest love let my soul say who made me clean but thou Who made a childe of wrath like me stand reconciled now What makes me lovely but thy love that set the price on me Whose beauty makes me fair but thine what have I not from thee My exaltation is come to be a childe of God By thy descending to be man and some whiles heer abode Thy clean conception and birth proves thee to be the tree Where cut from Adams filthy stock ●impted clean must be Thy manger makes my bed more soft thy stable gives me innes Thy banishment home brings me where my countrey-people winnes Thy wisedome in thy child-hood hides my foolish youthly toyes Thy self devoting unto griefes is ground of all my joyes Thy emptying my fulnesse is thy meannesse me promots Thy hyding of thy royall state