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	know_v	soul_n	7,408	5	4.7811	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56848	The citizens flight with their re-call to which is added, Englands tears and Englands comforts / by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.	1665 (1665)	Wing Q122; ESTC R11199	14,787	34

oh here 's the Cure But vvhere 's the thanks it vvas he that did endure But vve that sinn'd oh love exceeding measure His pain vvas the fore-runner of our pleasure His stripes has made us whole what need we more But thankes accept it Lord 't is all our store 'T is a thin gratitude thou art Divine Oh therefore turn our water into Wine And when dear Lord thy mercy is about Such works of wonders turn our insides out Oh heal our Leprosie of sin and then We 'l boast that we are more then perfect men Thou that canst Cure the blind the deaf the lame In healing us wilt get a double same For we are more then deaf or lame or blind Therefore oh Lord be unto us more kind For we have cripple consciences each heart Of ours is dead oh raise them by thy art And let our eyes make such a sea of tears That we may walk upon it without fears And when thy judgment brings us to the brink Oh let 's remember Peter did not sink And when thy Cock of mercy Lord shall Crow Let 's turn about and weep away out woe And let 's remember but the Cripples touch And then oh Lord we 'l throw away our Crutch Oh let 's remember but the blind mans sight And we shall come from darkness into light Oh let 's prepare our hearts and then vve may Instead of running from thy Judgments stay And staying may most happlly imbrace The vvelcome glory of thy spreading grace That so our faculties may all combine To give thee praise that makes our visage shine Then shall we live in a most prosperous peace Our Corn and Oil shall ever more encrease Want then shall be a stranger to our Land And lib'ral mercy take off Judgments brand Then every one with freedom shall encline T' injoy the fruitful Fig-tree and the Vine Thus mercy shall appear unto our Land And lead in welcome blessings by the hand Then shall our joyes encrease as 't was of old The Wolf and Lamb shall Cabbin in one fold Religion shall increase and bless our dayes With sound Divinity immortal praise Shall fly to him whose mercy was so free To own us in our great extremity Judge Reader judge with what a pleasing eye The patient looks to see his Doctor by The Gally slave that ruggs the painful Oare Rejoyceth when he seeth a pleasant shoare And shall not we that wander in our crimes Rejoyce to see illuminated times And let us say whose lives are but a span VVith double admiration VVhat is man Lord what is man that thou art so inclin'd To have him seated alwayes in thy mind And shall we not return our thanks with prayer That alwayes make our miseries his care Shall we whose sins do more and more increase Beny If we repent a proffor'd peace Shall we that have a long time been at warrs Deny to put a period to our jarrs Shall we whose sad calamities increase Deny to say thrice welcome welcome Peace And shall not vve incompas'd vvith a throng Of mercies let Hosanna be our song Shall we be silent and contented be To eat the fruit and not applaud the Tree Oh let not such ingratitude be laid Unto our charge oh let it not be said That we in times of mercy can be mute And kill the tree that gives us pleasant fruit Oh let us not like sucking Children bite Our Nurses Nipple let us not delight In youthful vanities oh let 's not cry Because w' are fed let not our delug'd eye Find quiet rest untill our sins appear Minute like Atoms in a day that 's clear Oh let us whilst it is to day repent And understand that Judgments oft are sent In tender mercy zealous David found Himself a King indeed when he was Crown'd With his affliction Patience is a Jemm Saul seeking Asses found a Diadem VVhist others oh I pity them Ah lass Looking for Diadems do find an Ass Our ancient Records tell us planly how An Ass spoke once w 'ave many do so now By which we fully may perceive what then Were Miracles are common now to men Englands Tears STay passenger and let thine eyes Survey my ample miseries Stay and give ear unto my story How I lost my former glory The mask of Judgment now does shroud My visage with a sin-black cloud Sin hath got the upper hand And Judgment ruleth in my Land My raging sorrowes much encrease And I have lost my wonted peace Nor do I know which way to bend My course or find a constant friend I am infected from my Crown Even to my sole the angry frown Of Heaven persues me and torments My heart with sullen discontents My Soule is sick my Spirits fail And I am to my self a Goal Imprison'd in my sins I lye For want of good security He that was wont to set me free Infringes now my libertie Oh rashness how am I mistaken 'T is he indeed was first forsaken That now forsakes oh 't is but just To blow away presumptious dust Dust so audacious that it flys Into the heedless makers eyes And to reward so great a Vice He turns presumptuous dust to Lice Oh tell me tell me what is worse Then Egypts sin and Egypts curse He whose mercy could not win Now justly scourges us for sin If sin will needs presume to rain It must be crown'd with grief and pain Nor is it fit a King should be Without attendants Miserie Is sins Life-guard there 's no relief Except it be successive grief When Judgment sounds a charge what arms Can save us from those fierce alarms There is no running Horse and Foot Must be prepared to stand to ' it And when he sees his foes decline He gives the word Vengeance is mine What weakness is it then to boast Our selves against the Lord of Host I' st not a madness then to be Souldiers without Artillerie For if our Ammunition fail We are quite routed and turn tail Nay here lies the greatest spight W' are most in danger when in flight And so we shall both see and feel Judgment can wound us in the heel But if we will avoid a Rout We then must wisely face about And so we may by mild degrees Conquer Heaven upon our knees The Gun-shot of our hearty prayers Will make the Bull-works melt like tears We shall be Masters of the field When true repentance make him yield Oh that plunder must be good That is obtain'd with tears not blood Wil't not be a happy chance To take and keep his Ordinance Oh 't will be good to fortifie The Castles of our hearts and try The power of Sathan who will run If he but sees a Heavenly Gun Though he loves fire he proclaims How much he hates those heavenly flames The way t'void so bold a guest Is to keep flames within our brest And then we need not fear nor fly We may be wounded but not die Nay every wound we have shall be Th' assurance of