Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	heart_n	holy_a	prayer_n	7,724	5	6.1286	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46672	Jonas Redux, or, A divine warning-piece shot from the fort-royal of Ninive to all cities, countreys, kingdoms and empires to exhort them to be careful how they do admit of the dominion of sin within their respective territories, lest they fall into the like danger / Jonas Anglicus.	Janson, Henry, Sir, 1616 or 17-ca. 1684.	1672 (1672)	Wing J481; ESTC R30367	8,554	20

to command They jeer because they cannot understand Nor will believe at all though Sacred Writ Do certifie at large the truth of it Nay though it be the Figure of our Christ Yet they do what they can to have it hiss'd For as he lay three days within a Whale So past the Son of Man through Earths black Jayl From whence returning Conqueror to the World Hell and the Grave he to confusion hurl'd So when our Prophet was again restor'd To th' open Air he the great God ador'd And taught obedience by his so late fall Goes straight to preach their ruine One and All. Bold Amithaides now does appear Obedient to his God without all fear Remembring his past danger and cries out You wretched people that are drown'd throughout In Seas of sins and near a future fire Hear what I say and so avoid Gods Ire Your horrid words and your more impious deeds For which though yours do not my poor heart bleeds God hath beheld that God who always pays Offenders and in equal ballance weighs So if he punish not with present pain Eternal torments sinners shall remain Which are prepar'd for you without all end Unless you shall your selves and manners mend He therefore is so angry for your sins By that the fortieth day from hence begins All shall be surely by sad Fire destroy'd Unless his wrath by Pennance you avoid This when the Prophet spoke an anxious fear Struck every person that his words did hear And a sad Horror seiz'd on all the Town The Swordmen well as those that wore the Gown That now the day was come when all should fall By Fire from Heaven in Pile Funeral All places now were fill'd with sad complaint And he before was Devil now turns Saint All Quarters now were fill'd with grievous cries And sighs of sinners pierc'd the very skies The King who thought he did command the Globe Descends from Princely Throne and Royal Robe And clad with Hair-cloth next his tender skin With Ashes on that head a Crown was in Commands a Fast through all his People too And taught by his example what to do So in Procession and with one accord They humbly go about and seek the Lord. And pray his Mercy to avert the pain His Justice threatens they 'd deserv'd again Th● Almighty heard their cries and grievous groans And so was pleased too with their sad moans That he remitted all their sins so loth Is God to vengeance and to shew his wrath As Jonas had performed Gods command Gets from the City far on a high land And to keep off the Sun prepares a shade Desirous for to see the end God made With that rebellious and most sinful City Which had not yet deserv'd his Prayers nor pity But when he found God did himself repent And from 's intended punishment relent He grieves as much the clean contrary way To find from God his angry-Plagues delay Either for that he thought they ought to die As wicked men or that he seem●d to lie Therefore he chooseth to embrace his death Rather than length of a dishonour'd breath Now was it neer the end of purple Spring And Ceres 'gan her Summer gifts to bring Now raging Syrius burnt the foaming fields And the poor Prophet to his fury yields For now he can no longer find the shade Which he well hop'd his hands had surely made So the divine dignation from above Chaseth the heat and plants him in a Grove Of green and growing Ivy which imbrac'd His shaded limbs as by it they 'd been lac'd So starting up aloft unto the Sky Gave a delightful shade for him to ly Here Jonas joys do strait begin again And hopes he shall be quit now of all pain But see how little are and how unsure The pleasures that all mortals can procure Whilst Jonas thought himself secure i' th' shade Which by Gods will one single night had made Behold God willing now another night A Worm destroys it and its umbrage quite It withers straight and falls so Jonas joys Are fled and pleasures turn'd to sharp annoys So he grows angry but Almighty God Knowing himself the Author of that Rod Why Jonas swith he doth that give thee grief To see that dry'd which gave before relief And that which only one night kindly gave Another dry and languishing would have Why should not I then Nonive so spare In which so many Souls of Mortals are And holds so many in its spacious walls As the fields grass Trees leaves before their falls Who all don't know yet what is wrong from right I love the simply good but punish spite But they who with an humble heart do crave My gracious pardon their remission have I always yield to Sinners gracious ears By hearty sorrows they avoid all fears Of my displeasure and from Heavens high vaults Drops an Indulgence for all humanne faults So London like great Ninive appears Thrice happy Niobe turn'd stone with tears He said and so he did and as to them So he 's to us unwilling to condemn Therefore let us who ' of 's glory careful are Approach his Sacred Presence with this Prayer Almighty and great God who mad'st us all Make us t' avoid that City's sins and fall And though we do by heaping Crimes on Crimes Deserve thy wrath shew'd in the worst of Times Nay all the Phlegetons and Stygian Fire Which thou 'st prepar'd for Sinners in thine Ire For who doth worship right thy holy Name Who keep 's thy Word and Will with divine Flame Vain Superstition Frauds and wicked Lust With dirty Avarice Ambition must Reign or'e our Members Virtues being supprest Or fled to Heaven there to take their rest Oh they are fled away t' accuse us there Of our ungrateful sins and follies here So they cry down to us Sinners repent And God from 's Indignation will relent But thou Great God who know'st best how to spare And only chastnest who obdurate are Us also who with suppliant voice require Thy Grace look on with pleas'd eyes and appeas'd Ire Remit the punishments we have deserv'd By following Satan and our flesh so serv'd Send down thy Holy Spirit to our hearts Which may convert us Sinners in all parts Inflame our Souls to follow better things Than those which shew much Honey but leave Stings So Thine Thy Sons and Holy Spirits breath Wee 'l glorifie with Prayers until death Laus Christo Trino Vni Deo