Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	lord_n	see_v	soul_n	8,161	5	4.8959	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02769	The synagogue, or, The shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633. Temple.	1640 (1640)	STC 12898; ESTC S103894	10,698	37

actions and doth blast The comfort of them when in them God sees Nothing but outsides of formalities In earnest be religious trifle not And rather for Gods sake then for thine own Thou hast rob'd him unlesse that he have got By giving if his glory be not grown Together with thy good Who seeketh more Himself then God would make his roofe his floore Next to sinceritieremember still Thou must resolve upon Integritie God will have all thou hast thy minde thy will Thy thoughts thy words thy works A nullitie It proves when God that should have all doth finde That there is any one thing left behinde And having given him all thou must receive All that he gives Meete his commandement Resolvethat thine obedience must notleave Vntillit reach unto the same extent For all his precepts are of equall strength And measure thy performance to the length Then call to minde that Constancy must knit Thine undertakings and thine actions fast He that sets forth towards Heaven and doth sit Down by the way will be found short at last Be constant to the end and thou shalt have An heavenly garland though an earthly grave But he that would be constant must not take Religion up by fits and starts alone But his continuall practise must it make His course must be from end to end but one Bones often broken and knit up againe Loose of their length though in their strength they gaine Lastly remember that Humilitie Must solidate and keep all close together What pride puffes up with vaine futilitie Lyes open and expos'd to all ill weather An empty bubble may faire colours carry But blow upon it and it will not tarry Prize not thine own too high nor under-rate Anothers worth but deale indifferently View the defects of thy spirituall state And others graces with impartiall eye The more thou deemest of thy selfe the lesse Esteeme of thee will all men else expresse Contract thy lesson now and this is just The summe of all He that desires to see The face of God in his religion must Sincere entire constant and humble be If thus resolved feare not to proceed Else the more haste thou mak'st the worse thou'lt speed Invitation TVrn in my Lord turn in to mee My heart 's an homely place But thou canst make corruption flee And fill it with thy grace So furnished it will be brave And a rich dwelling thou shalt have It was thy lodging once before It builded was by thee But I to sinne set ope the doore It rendred was by mee And so thy building once defac'd And in thy roome another plac'd But he usurps the right is thine Oh dispossesse him Lord Doe thou but say this heart is mine He 's gone at the first word Thy word 's thy will thy will's thy power Thy time is alwaies now 's mine hower Now say to sinne depart And sonne give me thine heart Thou that by saying let it be didst make it Canst if thou wilt by saying give 't me take it Comfort in extremitie ALas my Lord is going Oh my woe It will be mine undoing If he goe I 'le runne and overtake him If he stay I 'le cry aloud and make him Look this way Oh stay my Lord my love 't is I Comfort me quickly or I dye Cheere up thy drooping spirits I am here My all-sufficient merits Shall appeare Before the throne of glory In thy stead I 'le put into thy story What I did List up thine eyes sad soule and see Thy Saviour here Loe I am he Alas shall I present My sinfulnesse To thee Thou wilt resent The loathsomnesse Be not afraid I 'le take Thy sinnes on me And all my favour make To shine on thee Lord what thou'lt have me thou must make me As I have made thee now I take thee Resolution and assurance LOrd thou wilt love me Wilt thou not Beshrew that not It was my sinne begot That question first Yes Lord thou wilt Thy bloud was spilt To wash away my guilt Lord I will love thee Shall I not Beshrew that not 'T was deaths accursed plot To put that question Yes I will Lord love thee still In spite of all my ill Then life and love continue still We shall and will My Lord and I untill In his celestiall hill We love our fill When he hath purged all my ill The Nativitie VNfold thy face unmaske thy ray Shine forth bright Sunne double the day Let no malignant misty fume Nor foggy vapour once presume To interpose thy perfect sight This day which makes us love thy light For ever better that we could That blessed object once behold Which is both the circumference And center of all excellence Or rather neither but a treasure Vnconfined without measure Whose center and circumference Including all preheminence Excluding nothing but defect And infinite in each respect Is equally both here and there And now and then and every where And alwaies one himselfe the same A beeing farre above a name Draw neerthen and freely poure Forth all thy light into that houre Which was crowned with his birth And made heaven envy earth Let not his birth-day clouded be By whom thou shinest and we see Vows broken and rewarded SAid I not so that I would sinne no more Witnesse my God I did Yet I am runne againe upon the score My faults cannot be hid What shall I doe Make vows and break them still 'T will be but labour lost My good cannot prevaile against mine ill The businesse will be crost Oh! say not so thou canst not tell what strength Thy God may give thee at the length Renew thy vowes and if thou keep the last Thy God will pardon all that 's past may Vow whil'st thou canst whil'st thou canst vow tho● may●● Perhaps performe it when thou thinkest least Thy God hath not deny'd thee all Whilest he permits thee but to call Call to thy God for grace to keep Thy vowes and if thou break them weep Weep for thy broken vowes and vow againe Vowes made with tears cannot bee still in vaine Then once againe I vow to mend my wayes Lord say Amen And thine be all the praise Confusion OH how my minde is gravel'd not a thought That I can finde but 's ravel'd all to nought Short ends of threds and narrow shreds of lists Knots snarled ruffes loose broken tufts of twists Are my torne meditations ragged clothing Which wound and woven shape a suit for nothing One while I think and then I am in paine To think how to unthink that thought againe How can my soule but famish with this food Pleasures full bowle tastes rammish taints the blood Profit picks bones and chewes on stones that choak Honour climbes hils fats not but fils with smoak And whilst my thoughts are greedy upon these They passe by pearles and stoop to pick up pease Such wash and draffe is fit for none but swine And such I am not Lord if I am thine Cloth me anew and feed me