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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	offer_v	young_a	zion_n	28	3	8.3119	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17716	Sermons of Iohn Caluin, vpon the songe that Ezechias made after he had bene sicke and afflicted by the hand of God, conteyned in the 38. chapiter of Esay. Translated out of Frenche into Englishe. 1560.; Sermons de Jehan Calvin sur le cantique que feit le bon roy Ezéchias après qu'il eut été malade et affligé de la main de Dieu. English.	Calvin, Jean, 1509-1564.; A. L., fl. 1560.	1560 (1560)	STC 4450; ESTC S112753	69,545	126

with paine Hast made to weake my febled corps to beare Shall leape for ioy to shewe myne inward chere Loke on me Lord though trēbling I beknowe That sight of sinne so sore offendeth thee That seing sinne how it doth ouerflowe My whelmed soule thou canst not loke on me But with disdaine with horror and despite Loke on me Lord but loke not on my sinne Not that I hope to hyde it from thy sight Which seest me all without and eke within But so remoue it from thy wrathfull eye And from the iustice of thyne angry face That thou impute it not Looke not how I Am foule by sinne but make me by thy grace Pure in thy mercies sight and Lord I pray ▪ That hatest sinne wipe all my sinnes away Sinne and despeir haue so possest my hart And hold my captiue soule in such restraint As of thy mercies I can fele no part But still in languor do I lye and faint Create a new pure hart within my brest Myne old can hold no liquour of thy grace My feble faith with heauy lode opprest Staggring doth scarcely creepe a reeling pace And fallen it is to faint to rise againe Renew O Lord in me a constant sprite That stayde with mercy may my soule susteine ▪ A sprite so setled and so firmely pight Within my bowells that it neuer moue But still vphold thassurance of thy loue Loe prostrate Lorde before thy face I lye With sighes depe drawne depe sorow to expresse ▪ O Lord of mercie mercie do I crye Dryue me not from thy face in my distresse Thy face of mercie and of swete relefe The face that fedes angels with onely sight The face of comfort in extremest grefe Take not away the succour of thy sprite Thy holy sprite which is myne onely stay The stay that when despeir assaileth me In faintest hope yet moueth me to pray To pray for mercy and to pray to thee Lord cast me not from presence of thy face Nor take from me the spirite of thy grace But render me my wonted ioyes againe Which sinne hath rest and planted in theyr place Doubt of thy mercy ground of all my paine The tast that thy loue whilome did embrace My chearfull soule the signes that dyd assure My felyng ghost of fauor in thy sight Are fled from me and wretched I endure Senslesse of grace the absence of thy sprite Restore my ioyes and make me fele againe The swete retorne of grace that I haue lost That I may hope I pray not all in vayne With thy free sprite confirme my feble ghost To hold my faith from ruine and decay With fast affiance and assured stay Lord of thy mercy if thou me withdraw From gaping throte of depe deuouring hell Loe I shall preach the iustice of thy law By mercy saued thy mercy shall I tell The wicked I wyll teache thyne only way Thy wayes to take and mans deuise to flee And suche as lewd de●ight hath ledde astray To rue theyr errour and returne to thee So shall the profe of myne example preache The bitter frute of lust and foule delight So shall my pardon by thy mercy teache The way to finde swete mercy in thy sight Hyue mercy Lorde in me example make Of lawe and mercy for thy mercies sake O God God of my health my sauing God Haue mercy Lord and shew thy might to saue Assoile me God from gilt of giltlesse blod And cke from sinne that I ingrow●ng haue By fleshe and bloud and by corrupted kinde Vpon my bloud and soule extende not Lorde Vengeance for bloud but mercy let me finde And strike me not with thy reuengyng sworde So Lord my ioying tong shall talke thy praise Thy name my mouth shall vtter in delight My voice shall sounde thy iustice and thy waies Thy waies to iustifie thy sinfull wight God of my health from bloud I saued so Shall spred thy prayse for all the world to know Lo straining crampe of colde despeir againe In feble brest doth pinche my pinyng hart So as in greatest nede to cry and plaine My speache doth faile to vtter thee my smart Refreshe my yeldyng hert with warming grace And loose my speche and make me call to thee Lord open thou my lippes to shewe my case My Lord for mercy Loe to thee I flee I can not pray without thy mouyng ayde Ne can I ryse ne can I stande alone Lord make me pray graūt whē I haue praide Lord loose my lippes I may expresse my mone ▪ And findyng grace with open mouth I may Thy mercies praise and holy name display Thy mercies praise instede of sacrifice With thankfull minde so shall I yeld to thee For if it were delitefull in thine eyes Or hereby mought thy wrath appeased be ▪ Of cattell slayne and burnt with sacred flame Vp to the heauen the vaprie smoke to send Of gyltlesse beastes to purge my gilt and blame On altars broylde the sauour shold ascend To pease thy wrath But thy swete sonne alone With one sufficing sacrifice for all Appeaseth thee and maketh the at one With sinfull man and hath repaird our fall That sacred hoste is euer in thine eyes The praise of that I yeld for sacrifice I yeld my self I offer vp my ghoste My slayne delightes my dyeng hart to thee To God a trobled sprite is pleasing hoste My trobled sprite doth drede like him to be In whome tastlesse languor with lingring pain● Hath febled so the starued appetite That foode to late is offred all in vaine To holde in fainting corps the fleing sprite My pining soule for famine of thy grace So feares alas the faintnesse of my faithe I offre vp my trobled sprite alas My trobled sprite refuse not in thy wrathe Such offring likes thee ne wilt thou despise The broken humbled hart in angry wise Shew mercie Lord not vnto me alone But stretch thy fauor and thy pleased will To sprede thy bountie and thy grace vpon Sion for Sion is thy holly hyll That thy Hierusalem with mighty wall May be enclosed vnder thy defense And bylded so that it may neuer fall By myning fraude or mighty violence Defend thy chirch Lord and aduaunce it soe So in despite of tyrannie to stand That trēbling at thy power the world may know It is vpholden by thy mighty hand That Sion and Hierusalem may be A safe abode for them that honor thee Then on thy hill and in thy walled towne Thou shalt receaue the pleasing sacrifice The brute shall of thy praised name resoune In thankfull mouthes and then with gentle eyes Thou shalt behold vpon thine altar lye Many a yelden host of humbled hart And round about then shall thy people crye We praise thee God our God thou onely art The God of might of mercie and of grace That I then Lorde may also honor thee Releue my sorow and my sinnes deface Be Lord of mercie mercifull to me Restore my feling of thy grace againe Assure my soule I craue it not in vaine FINIS 2. Pet. 5. 2. Cor. 5 Rom. 7. 2. Cor. 5. Philip. 1. Math. 22 Num. 23 Gene. 25.35.49 Psalm 6. Psalm 30. 1. Reg. 2 1. Par. 29. Psalm 73. Esay 5. Psalm 31. Luke 23. Ionas 2. Psalm 90. Math. 6. 2. Corin. 5. Psal 104. Esay 40. Psal 23. Psal 39. Roma 8. Esay 103. Psal 39. Psalm 30. 2. Cor. 5. Psal 51. Psal 40. Iob. 3. Ionas 2. Iudi. 6. Haue mercie vpon me o God after thy great merci And according vnto the multitude of thy mercies do away myne offences Wash me yet more from my wickednes and clense me from my sinne For I knowledge my wickednes and my sinne is euer before me Againste thee onelye haue I sinned don euill in thy sight That thou mightest be founde iust in thy sayinges and maiest ouer come when thou art iudged For loe I was shapen in wickednes and in sinne my mother cōceiued me But lo thou haste loued trueth the hidden and secrete thinges of thy wisedome thou haste opened vnto me Sprinkle me Lorde with hisope and I shalbe cleane washe me and I shalbe whiter then snow Thou shalt make me heare ioye and gladnesse at the bones which thou hast broken shal reioyse Turne away thy face from my sinnes and do away all my misdedes Create a cleane hart within me O God and renew a stedfast spirit within my bowels Cast me not away from thy face and take not thy holy spirit from me Restore to me the comforte of thy sauing helpe stablishe me with thy free spirit I shal teach thy waies vnto the wicked sinnes shall be tourned vnto thee Deliuer me from bloud o God God of my helth my tong shall ioyful lye talke of thy iustice Lord open thou my lippes and my mouth shal shewe thy praise If thou haddest desired sacrifice I wold haue geuen thou delytest not in burnt offringes The sacrifice to God is a trobled spirit a broken and an humbled hart o god thou wilt not despise Shew fauour o lord in thy good will vnto Sion that 〈◊〉 walles ▪ of Hierusalem may be bylded Then shalt thou accept the sacrifice of righteousnesse burnt offringes and oblations ▪ then shall they offre yonge bullockes vpon thine altare