Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	grace_n	love_n	soul_n	6,851	5	4.8704	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54092	Penitential cries, in thirty--two hymns Begun by the author of the Songs of praise and Midnight cry; and carried on by another hand. Licensed Sept. 12th. 1693.	Mason, John, 1646?-1694.; Shepard, Thomas, 1665-1739. aut	1696 (1696)	Wing P1238A; ESTC R221421	15,749	52

Lord of my Soul return return To chase away this Night Let not thine anger ever burn God once was my delight XVII The Conflict I. O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout I am most weary with the Fight But may not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That ost I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine II. I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer night than day I cry to God those Cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accepts my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make III. My Evidences should be clear But ah the blots of Sin Turn chearing hope to sadning fear And make black doubts within The Laws of Sin and Grace will jar Both dwelling in one room The Saints expect perpetual War Till ye are sent for home IV. Altho' these Combats make you fear They should not cast you down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for its Crown XVIII The Back-sliders Return I. THO' I am fallen from my God I 'll venture to draw nigh His Word assures me he would not Have any Sinner die Sinners may hope to see God's Face Tho' fallen ne'er so low If they go to the Throne of Grace And weeping as they go II. Who shames himself before him there His Sin shall be forgot If Sinners blush when they confess That blushing hides their spot Ah Lord I am asham'd to come Asham'd with thee to meet I dare not look but down I fall At thy most blessed Feet III. Did ever any thus before Thus basely wrong thy Grace Sure I'm more vile than any one Of wretch Adam's Race Here comes a Prodigal Lord hear And answer at his Call I beg for Jesus sake that thou Remember not my Fall IV. Nothing I plead on my behalf But yet thou knowest well Bright Saints in Heav'n were once black Brands Snatcht from a burning Hell The Blood of Bulls thou askest not A Penitential groan Shall be accepted this I bring And offer at thy Throne XIX The Sinner's Morning Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. GOd who once more unseal'd mine eyes Shall have my choicest Sacrifice My highest thanks I humbly pay For Mercies running night and day II. O Lord thy Pardon I implore And Grace that I offend no more O let thy goodness never cease Renew thy Covenant of Peace III. As thou renewest still my days With new endearments crown my ways Father with me this day abide Be thou my leader and my guide IV. That I may plainly see and know The very Path where I should go And may at night rejoycing say My God was kind to me this day V. Those Graces that I want supply And keep me with a tender Eye Let my corruptions more and more Lose of the ground they had before VI. By Faith dear Saviour I would live And like the fruitful Lily thrive The fruitful Christian honours God And shews his Pastures to be good VII Give me my claim to Heaven clear Thy constant Grace to persevere Whilst here on Earth be thou my Guard And at the last my great Reward XX. The Sinner's Evening Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. O Lord behold a wretched one That flings himself before thy Throne By practice sinful and by birth Lord viler viler than the Earth II. O let thy Christ my Jesus be To save from Sin and misery My Soul beneath thy feet I lay Intreating Pardon for this day III. God made his World and brought me in And I brought mine my World of Sin Behold those sins not as a Spy To mark or as a Judge to try IV. But as Physician to the Poor Who brings a Balsam for the Sore Absolve renew me by thy Grace Fit me for Death which comes apace V. Encircle me within thine Arm My Body to defend from harm Preserve my wandering Soul from Sin Both going out and coming in VI. Keep far from me a careless heart From which my Saviour would depart O bless and prosper all my ways That they may issue in thy Praise XXI Cry for Improvement of Talents I. I Am a Tree that God hath set Which he expects should grow We must allow that Hand to reap Which was at cost to sow II. If thou expectest from my Flock Or from my Tillage Bread Then help me to improve my Stock Let not thy Grace lie dead II. Those Talents that the Masters send The Servants must improve Thine Aid O my great Master send To help me from above Since thou didst buy me when a Slave Shall I not now be true I 'll use the power that I have Dear Saints for God and you III. With Riches give a liberal Heart That so I may restore Again and pay thy Tythes unto Thy Deputy the Poor That honour thou dost shine on me Shall honour thee always My lesser Talents joyn to pay Their Tribute to thy Praise IV. Whate'er is mine it first was thine And thine shall ever be All my Enjoyments shall combine To raise and honour thee My parts my time my every thing Are wholly thine I own Accept the Musick from each string Presented at thy Throne XXII A Cry before the Sacrament I. TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a privilege is this To be th' Almighties Guest II. I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare III. All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face IV. But who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet To come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples Feet V. Come holy Spirit come and take My filthy garments hence The guilt the stain the love of Sin Will give my Lord offence VI. Remember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might Mercy find VII Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide VIII Let nothing that is not Divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy love IX Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath X. Awake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his Face XI O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe XII Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee XIII O let our entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet XXIII Under Desertion I. MY

tho they be These Mountains cannot stand What are those Mountains to my Christ They fly at thy command V. My Sins indeed are numberless are not thy Mercies so This did thy pardon'd ones profess They bad me to thee go Tho they be numerous and great I 'm in Salvation's Road They cannot pass the blood of Christ Which is the blood of God VI. Where Sin abounds thy Word do's say Grace has abounded more This is and shall be still my plea Whilst thou hast Grace in store Mercy good Lord Mercy I ask This is the total summ For mercy Lord is all my suit Lord let thy Mercy come XI The Sinner's Address to Christ. I. WHere lies a Sin I 'll drop a tear Then view Redeeming blood To mourning Souls Christ will appear And surely do them good 'T is thou alone my Lord canst give This asking heart relief Christ's gentle voice would make it live His hand wipe off my grief II. Those falsly call'd the sweets of Sin Are bitter unto me I loath the state that I am in Lord may I come to thee But O wilt thou receive him now That 's coming to thy door For I can bring no dowry Lord I come extreamly poor III. What if my tears could make a floud My rightcousness is dross Those tears need washing in thy blood Tho' wept upon the Cross. I have an Argument to plead Which thou canst not deny Thy Grace is free and thou dost give To Sinners such as I. IV. Thou dost invite all wandering Souls And I am one of those With thee the sick do find a Cure The weary find repose The world and Sin will ever vex Will trouble and molest I therefore trust my Soul with Christ To bring to Heavens rest XII The Sinners Reception I. WHilst others costly Offerings bring Unto my Lord most dear To him a Song of Praise I 'll sing And sacrifice a Tear This is my choicest gift I have No better to impart When thou receiv'dst me first then I Did offer up mine heart II. I am the Prodigal return'd And met upon a plain And thou the loving Father that Invit'st me home again Thou didst invite and bring me home My study now shall be To furnish and prepare a Room Where Christ may dwell with me III. O cleanse my Soul and make it white Adorn it with thy Grace To dwell with me do thou delight And never hide thy face Who can but love so dear a Lord I 'll make a daily feast The daily exercise of Grace Shall entertain my Christ. IV. I love thee Lord and thou dost know How I adore thy name Surely my God I would do so Would wear a loving frame With thankfulness I will record Thy kindness all my days I 'll live upon and to the Lord And breath a constant praise XIII The Sinner's admiration of Divine Mercy as the 148 Psalm I. TO praise Redeeming Love Dear Christians lend a voice Come thou Diviner Dove And help me to rejoyce My heart too low Lord thou canst raise Best Spirit blow And I shall praise II. Here Lord will I admire The wonders of thy Grace Till thou shalt call me higher There to behold thy face O Heighth of Grace O Depth of Love Now fit me for My place above III. Hell was my proper hire For I was Satans Slave Fit Fuel for that Fire But God delights to save God often call'd I would not come He call'd until He brought me home IV. Dejected Souls may not Acceptance with him fear No sigh was e'er forgot He Bottles every Tear Do not despair Because you see How kind the Lord Has been to me V. My Sins were very high My Soul almost in Hell Yet Mercy then drew nigh And caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul Even unto death And write a Song For every Breath VI. Who can this Love express His Mercy ne'er decays What can my Soul do less Than love him all my days Bless God my Soul Even unto Death And write a Song For every Breath XIV The Sinners Thirst after more Grace I. IBless my God for giving Grace Wilt thou increase my store And as my Graces do increase Thy Praises shall be more This barren Soil will never bear Or else bear nothing good Unless thou water with thy Care And moisten with thy Blood II. Be thou to me as thou hast been Unto thine Israel A Dew to keep my branches green To make my blossoms smell I daily thirst I sigh I groan For greater growth in Grace O spread each sigh before thy Throne Before thy brighter Face III. Increase the Grace that thou hast wrought So kindly freely given Lord cherish it till thou hast brought Me up the Stairs to Heav'n This thirsty Soul must still repeat Its earnest Suit again I am thy Garden and intreat Thy Garden may have Rain XV. For Spiritual Protection I. I Have an Host of Enemies Are ever breaking in Satan the World the Flesh devise To ruine me by Sin I trust to God as my defence Against her subtilties From all destructive baits of sense Wilt thou restrain mine Eyes II. Tho'ye combine against my Soul I make the Lord my Guard Who will your fiery Breath controul Who will be my Reer-ward Whenever dangers near approach Lord be at hand to me And bring my Soul by each assault The nearer unto thee III. O keep from Sin which brings a frown Be gracious at my Cry Let no Temptations cast them down That on thy Grace relye Why should that frame set up within Which thine own hand did raise Be ever broke or slurr'd by Sin Why shouldest thou lose thy praise IV. Even as thy care thy hand is large And fills each empty space Remember that I am thy charge This day consult my case My Soul my Frame I will commit To thee O Holy Ghost Thou art my Guardian and I trust Thy work shall not be lost XVI Lamenting the loss of first Love I. O That my Soul was now as fair As it has sometimes been Devoid of that distracting care Without and guilt within There was a time when I could tread No Circle but of Love That joyous Morning now is fled How heavily I move II. Unhappy Soul that thou should'st force Thy Saviour to depart When he was pleased with so course A Lodging in thy Heart How sweetly I enjoy'd my God With how Divine a srame I thought on every Plant I trod I read my Saviour's Name III. I liv'd I lov'd I talkt with thee So sweetly we agreed And thou no stranger wast to me Till I became a weed The Tempter robb'd me and I must I fear be ever poor May this suffice to rowl i' th dust Before thy Temple Door IV. My dearest Lord my Heart flames not With Love that Sacred Fire But since my Love has wore that blot Repentance runs the higher O might those days return again How welcome they should be Shall my Petition be in vain Since Grace is ever free V.