Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	bear_v	lord_n	people_n	2,240	5	4.8662	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 My God I once could sing But now I fear to say My God I only cry my King Of force I must obey I 've forfeited that blessed Guest That joy that sometimes shone Within this dark unhallowed breast O whither is it gone II. In infinite compassion Lord To my complaint give ear Whole troops of sorrow bear me down O when wilt thou appear Remember Lord what I am stil'd Tho' under darkness great Tho' under darkness still thy child My heart is still thy seat III. My King thou dost possess that Throne Thou dost that Seepter sway 'T is thine 't is purely thine alone I hate the sinners way Lord when thou seest me come to pray Bow down a gracious ear To answer me make no delay One darksome day 's a year IV. I know I am extreamly vile Lo here is room for Grace Look therefore on me with a smile A reconciled face I will no more my Lord provoke Or cause thee to withdraw Thy former frowns have made me wise To fear and stand in awe V. My restless Soul will ne'er give o'er Until thy Bowels move I 'll not be driven from thy door 'Till thou shalt say I love XXIV For the Success of the Gospel I. AMong the Jews let every Tribe Turn to their Ancient Lord All Glory to his Name ascribe With joy receive his word Let Jews and Gentile world agree Thy glorious Name to raise When they the path to Heaven see They come with Songs and Praise II. O that the Lord would conquer those That do resist his hand O cause that all thy Churches Foes May yield to thy Command Thy Churches Lord beyond the Seas Are graven on our Hearts Shower down thy Grace on them and these Let neither lose their parts III. Let those that seek thee not be found Whilst the despisers fall And those that hear the Gospel sound May answer to its call Thy Saints complain that they are few They make too mean a Quire Let converts fall like Morning Dew Thy Praise will rise the higher IV. In England give thy Gospel free From a devised dress And let thy goodness which do's shine In H * ne're be less Let those whom thou hast known of old Be quickly called home Even all thy Sheep within this Fold Compel them Lord to come V. Build up thine own who wait till thou Dost their corruptions kill Breathe on our Souls advance our Grace Lord higher higher still Our Pastor whom thou dost appoint To keep our Vineyard bless With saving Grace thy sweetest smiles And with a fair success VI. Of thy sweet presence grant us more Much more our Souls desire Untill we sing on Sions Hill With that Seraphick Quire XXV For a soft Heart I. THat Heart is Harder than a Stone That rises up to play And ne'er with sorrow thinks upon The Sins of Yesterday The last nights failures well might make If they were duly scann'd Each Rock each Sinners Heart to ake For Saints are daily tann'd II. Ah Lord dost thou not see my heart Alas how little Love I pray thee do not lose thy part Drop softness from above O keep it tender keep it soft That I may know to raise And quickly set the lowest string Unto a Tune of Praise III. Thy People do lament and cry Their Sins have made them groan Give me their frames then so shall I Lord rowl away this Stone If thou with-hold a little space With-hold not very long Send down the melting Dews of Grace I 'll send thee up a Song IV. Make my heart softer softer still Me like thy mourning Dove I mourn because I cannot mourn But Lord thou know'st I love Make my heart softer softer still That by thy gracious hand A deep impression may be made Even from the least Command XXVI Against Vnbelief I. A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious Blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt II. Christs calls arise and do not fear Tho thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping spirit cheer His errant was to save Christ did appear to Magdalen When Blinded with her tears To lead on others to believe And cast away their fears III. My Sins are grown so high that they Deserve a second flood Behold the Deluge Christ is come To drown them in his blood My work is to believe on him By Faith his Blood apply When Faith takes out the fiery sting That Sinners shall not die IV. Lord give me this believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke these doubts and scruples that Are crowding at my door Lord Satan says my Sins are high And spread before thy face Vast heighths indeed but what are these Unto the heighths of Grace XXVII For Vniversal Obedience I. LORD thou hast planted me a Vine In fertile soil and air Now tend and water me as thine Make me thy daily care My Christ I 'm wholly thine direct Me wandering in the dark O may my constant aims be strait Thine honour be my mark II. I have observ'd thy sacred Laws To be exceeding wide Let me not from the least of them Turn willfully aside Lord let thy Word and Spirit guide Thy Servant in thy way May I walk closely with my God And run no more astray III. Shall Simon bear thy Cross alone And other Saints be free Each Saint of thine shall find his own And there is one for me When e're it falls unto my lot Let it not drive me from My God let me be ne'er forgot 'Till thou hast lov'd me home IV. O happy Christians be not loth To have a coarser fear Saints that have had no Table cloth Had Christ at dinner there To do or suffer I am pleas'd So long as Christ stands by Support me with thy constant aid Lest all thy Graces die V. The way is to the upright strength Lord make it so to me That never tiring with the length My Soul may reach to thee XXVIII The Sinners Cry for Quickning Grace I. THE Spouse sought her beloved one But sought him on her Bed Seldom such seekers speed with God Cold Pray'rs are counted dead How many Duties do I spoil How many Sins do I Contract by this my drowsy frame Forgetting Christ is by II. Thy Saints enjoy a lively Frame Run cheerfully to God Their Heav'nly praises shew the same Whilst I 'm a lifeless clod Ah Lord shall it be ever thus Have I no wings for thee It grieves me to go bowed down Whilst other Christians flee III. None can remedy this but thou Drop down the Oil of Love My Soul then like Aminadab With swift delight will move O come to me with quick'ning Grace Remove this drowsie frame Then shall the fire of Love within Brake out into a flame IV. Come come to me O come and set My Soul upon the Wing When I