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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	ghost_n	holy_a	lord_n	23,094	5	4.0162	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26987	Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.	Baxter, Richard, 1615-1691.	1681 (1681)	Wing B1349; ESTC R5795	56,143	158

thy Mind The Flesh will so rebel and put thee to it That when thou wouldst do good thou canst not do it There 's in one breast a twofold Will and Heart Actingreach of them a contrary part There is a Will to Good and Will to evil One's Rul'd by God the other by the Devil A Will to read and pray and meditate A Will that doth all this oppose and hate Do not now stand and whine nor yield nor flie But use thy weapons thou must fight or die Now live by Faith Be glad thou hast a Christ Whose Spirit fortifies thee to resist Making the greatest things thy chiefest scope Keeping alive a secret spark of Hope Which will not only strive but overcome And through all Foes will safely bring thee home Sinner But how can I find favour in thy sight That have sinn'd wilfully even in the Light Jesus Though they that wholly to the last reject My Sacrifice no other can expect All kind of sin is pardon'd by my Merit Save the grand blasphemy against the Spirit Sinner Alas this is the thing that I fear most Lest I have thus blasphem'd the Holy Ghost Jesus No man that fears or thinks he hath this sin Hath ever truly guilty of it been For they deny me all to be the Lord Think it no sin to violate my Word They set themselves against me with despight And justifie the sin which they commit Sinner But wilt thou take this Lord for true Consent From a hard heart that can no more relent From one that loveth thee no more than I That is constrained by Necessity And while he thus subscribeth to thy Will Knowingly crosseth it and sinneth still Jesus If thou Consent it 's Good that doth thee move And to Consent to Good is truly Love Believe if thou would'st Love And in my face God's Love and Grace If His abounding Love thou didst but know Thy heart with Love to him would everflow Love kindleth Love but Faith must hold the Glass This sight would win thy heart before thou pass He that will Love God must not think him Evil Nor paint him in his fancy like the Devil Satan will make thee fly from God with hate If he can make thee throughly desperate Think'st thou to find thy Love before by Faith Thou 'lt come to Me and hear what Mercy saith Thou may'st as wisely search for marks to prove Thou lovest God before thou wilt him love Believe Consent Give up Thy Self to Me And I will give my Self and Spirit to thee I will inable thee to do the rest And take the stony heart out of thy breast I 'le put God's Fear and Love into thy heart That thou may'st never more from him depart I 'le quench the flames of thy corrupt desire And save thee from God's wrath and from Hell fire Sinner And wilt thou pardon all the crimson sin Of which my wilful heart hath guilty been Jesus Have I not told thee I will pardon all Hast thou sinn'd more than raging bloody Soul Or than Manasseh 's long and matchless flood Of Witchcraft Rage Idolatry and Blood That yet was pardon'd when he did return And in his Prison-Irons pray and mourn Trust Me Subscribe My Covenant and be Mine And I and All My Benefits are Thine Sinner O wondrous Love where this is kindly felt The heart must needs with Love Sorrow melt Wilt thou accept so vile a wretch as I I 'le cast my self upon thee live or die My Soul and Body here to Thee I tender All that I called Mine I Here Surrender To this Consent here I subscribe my Hand Whatever Changes come to this I stand Not by my strength I trust on Thee My Lord That for performance thou wilt Grace afford January 26. 1660 1. 13. Upon the sight of Mr. VINES His Posthumous TREATISE OF THE SACRAMENT October 18. 1656. Who Dyed a little before WHile thou grew'st here thy fruit made glad The hearts that sin and death made sad Lest we should surfeit of thy fruit Thy Life retired to the Root Desiring with us first to keep A Passover before thy sleep Weary of Earth thou took'st thine Ease Passing into the Land of Peace The threatned Evil we fore-see But hope to hide our selves with Thee Though thou art gone while we must fight We 'l call it Victory not Flight When God hath taken up this VINE We thought no more to taste its Wine Till in the Land of Salem's King We drink it new even from the Spring But unexpectedly we find Some Clusters which are left behind This Mantle from thy Chariot fell We know it by the pleasant smell Who knows but from this little seed Some more such fruitful Vines may breed The Tree of Death bears precious Fruit Though in the Earth it have no Root Dear Brother thou art gone before And I a wretch wait at the door Sin doth not only keep me thence But makes me loth to go from hence When Christ hath heal'd me of this sin And made me fit he 'l let me in Till then may I but in a Glass See what you see with open face Sure it will raise my heavy Soul And these distrustful fears controul And make me willing to be gone As knowing Whither and to Whom If Time be Nothing as some say You that were with us yesterday Are with us still or we with you Which is the better of the two The Soul imbodied in those lines Doth make us say that This is VINES And if our hearts with you could be Our Lord would say that there are we But as acccording to desert The Heavens have got thy better part And left us but some of the Wine Whil'st they have taken up the Vine So we look up and wait and pray And yet still feel we live in Clay Here we are keeping sin's account While some small sparks do upward mount Crying How long Holy and True Till we are taken up to you Thus also we must follow LOVE To find our HEAD and LIFE above He that is made by the New-Birth A BURGESS of the Church on Earth And then by Faith can rise so high In Divine LOVE to Live and Die Shall be translated to your soil Remov'd from sin and fear and toil And from this House of Worms and Moles Unto that Element of Souls Where every Branch becomes a VINE And where these Clods like Stars will shine God is not there known by the Book You need not there the Pruning Hook There you have Wine without the Press And God his Praise without Distress There we shall find our Eyes and Sight When we come to our Head and Light The Kernel is where you now dwell And we here strive about the Shell You have the Reconciling Light Who are past Faith and live by Sight No wonder then if you are One When Peace from Earth is almost gone We croud about a little Spark Learnedly striving in the Dark Never so bold as when most Blind