Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	angel_n	glorious_a	glory_n	3,298	5	5.7831	4	true

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16797	The soules heavenly exercise set downe in diuerse godly meditations, both prose and verse, by Nicholas Breton gent	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1613 (1613)	STC 3700.5; ESTC S113342	21,730	172

my aduancement make me vnthankfully forget thee but acknowledgeing thy goodnesse be euer mindefull of thy mercie neither let the pride of authoritie the masse of treasure nor any worlds felicitie haue power to draw mee from thee but that thankfully accepting thy blessings and carefully discharging y e duty of thy seruant whensoeuer it shall please thee to call mee I may willingly leaue the worlde for thy loue oh god heare mee I humbly beseech thee be thou a wall vnto this citie to defende it from foraine force and blesse it with that ioyfull peace that may coÌ„tinue the concorde of thy people Graunt this oh God and whatsoeuer else thy glorious Maiesty in thy gratious mercy shall thinke needefull for mee that after I haue passed my pilgrimage in this vale of misery I may by the merite of thy mercy obtaine a place in that true Paradise where with thy Saintes and Angels in the traine of thy beloued though the least in thy kingdome in thy heauenly Ierusalem I may be one of thy blessed citizens where in the ioy of my soule I may sing to thy glory Amen Another for the Euening OH gratious God with most humble thaÌ„kfulnesse to thy holy glorious Maiesty for thy heauenly preseruation of mee this day and all the daies of my life I humbly beseech thee receiue me with all the Magistrates and members of this citie into the heauenly guard of thy holy grace be thou a continuall watch ouer it that none of thy people doe perish in it awake those that sleepe in their sinnes and take them againe vnto thy grace confound the deuises of the wicked that seeke the destruction of thy people Blesse the labours of the vertuous preserue my gratious Soueraigne and withall her faithfull Counsellours and louing obedient subiects blesse mee and my house make vs and continue vs thy humble and faithfull obedient seruants and in the peace of thy mercie receiue vs into the Almightie haÌ„d of thy holy preseruation y t waking or sleeping vprising downelying going forth and comming in being preserued by thine only goodnesse wee may glorifie thy holy name thorough our only Lord and Sauiour Iesus Christ. Amen O Almighty God and heauenly father from the hande of whose onelie bounty floweth the Riuer of all comfort and in y e fouÌ„tain of whose grace is fouÌ„d y e only water of life D eternall God father of all mercy and God of all glory who knewest mee before I was hast made me that I am and art not ignorant what I shall be in y e worke of thine only will to the only glory of thy holy name how shall I vile and wretched worme of this earth wicked sinfull creature of this world humble my selfe enough at the feete of thy mercy to offer vp vnto thy holy Maiesty with y e teares of my heart the sacrifice of my soule Sweete Lord I am foule and polluted with iniquitie am therfore ashamed to come before thee I haue beene a Rebell to thy lawes and am therfore worthy to be banished from thy presence Yea I haue so delighted in sinne that I am afraide of thy iudgement Oh Lord I am full of feare my sinnes are before mee my conscience doth condemne me and thy Iustice falleth heauily vpoÌ„ mee and whither then shall I fly to helpe mee if to heauen I knowe the Aungels will abhorre mee if to the worlde it will but further infect mee and if to hell it will but torment mee Is there then no helpe for me Yes sweet Lord in iudgemeÌ„t hath Iustice her grace but in mercie hath Iustice her glorie in y e glorie therefore of thy mercie I humbly beseech thee looke vpon me of nothing thou madest me being worse then nothing without thee let me ioy in nothing but thee be thou the streÌ„gth of my hart against the enemies of my soule and the life of my loue in the ioy of my spirit that being defeÌ„ded by thy mighty arme and preserued by thy bolie spirite in y e gladnesse of my hart I may sing to thy glory Amen MOst mercifull and Almighty glorious euerliuing and euerlouing God y e comfort of thy sorowfull the ioye of thy faithfull life of thy beloued heare I humbly beseech thee the humble praiers of a penitent sinner from the high Throane of thy holy mercy cast one good looke of thy comfortable pitty vpon the wounded soule of thy vnworthy seruant O deere Lord thou knowest my sins and my sorrows are not hid from thee what shall I doe to be ridde of this foule euil no Surgeon can launce it Phisicke can cure it nor salue can heale it Oh the wounde of sinne that corrupteth the heart cankreth the flesh and eates into the very soule is there no way to kill it shall thy seruant liue in it and his life die in it sweete Lord say no for thou only canst say no thou hast conquered the author of it thou hast a remedy against it canst wholly consume it sweete Christ therefore that knowest my hurte hast my helpe heare my cry send me comfort in thine vnspeake able good nesse looke mercifully vpon me with one droppe of thy deare blood wash me cleane froÌ„ my iniquities with one spark of thy grace enter into my soule and rebuke the wicked fiend that he follow me no more saue me out of the y e claws of the serpent keepe from the assaults of the diuell and deliuer mee from the malice of the wicked Let me humbly seeke thee truely finde thee faithfully loue thee and continually liue to thee make mee hate the worlde for thy loue and forsake my selfe to follow thee dissolue me intoteares to fill the bottle of thy mercie consume me into sighs to make a sacrifice to thy glory make me nothing my selfe to be wholly thy seruant do with me what thou wilt so I may be to thy holy will Let me die to sinne liue to grace that in y e true fruits of repentance I may glorifie thy holy name and in the ioy of my soule I may sing to thy glory Amen O most mercifull and almighty God Lord of all comfort loue and life in whose holy sight is no maÌ„righteous whose wrath no man is able to abide whose power no man is able to resist O glorious king before the feete of whose eternall maiestie the very Angels doe tremble the powers of Heauen doe shake and the mountaines are readie to melt how shal this sinfull and wretched soule of mine that with so many horrible sinnes hath offended the glory of thine vnspeakeable goodnes presume before the seate of thy sacred pittie w t the least hope of thy mercy In my selfe is nothing but sin ini quity both hatefull in thy sight to my sin beloÌ„geth nothing but horror coÌ„fusion by y e iudgemeÌ„t of thy vnpartiall iustice and how then can I looke for any thing in my selfe but hel daÌ„nation Dear god I coÌ„fesse vnto thy diuine

my God destroy The scorners of his word O that my heart coulde hit vpon a straine Would strike the musick of my soules desire Or that my soule could find that sacred vaine That sets the consort of the Angels quire Or that that spirit or especiall grace That cannot stoupe beneath the state of heaueÌ„ Within my soule wold take his settled place With Angels ens to make his glory euen Then should the name of my most gratious king And glorious god in higher tunes be sounded Of heauenlie praise then earth hath power to sing Where earth and heauen and Aungels are confouÌ„ded And soules may sing while al hearts strings are broken His praise is more theÌ„ can in praise be spokeÌ„ IF I could set downe twenty thousand waies And twentie thousand thousand thousand moe To penne his highest heauenly comforts praise That will not see my spirits ouerthowe If I could thinke of nothing els but glory And in the highest highest highest height To shewe the state of that celestiall story Where Aungels wonders in their honours waite If all the powers of heauen earth would meete And all acknowledge all their powers too little To shew the smallest of his smallest sweete Yet to his title All were but a title Then since no thoughts can to his praise be raised Aboue all praises Let my God be praised While the Aungels all are singing All of glory euer springing In the grounde of high heauens graces Where all vertues haue their places Oh that my poore heart were neare them With an humble soule to heare them Then should faith in loues submission Ioying but in mercie blessing Where that sinnes are in remission Sing the ioyfull soules confessing Of her comforts high commending All in glory neuer ending But ah wretched sinfull creature How should the corrupted nature Of this wicked heart of mine Thinke vpon that loue diuine That doth tune the Aungels voice While the hoastes of heauen reioyce No the songe of deadly sorrowe In the night that hath no morrowe And their paines not eas'd not ended That haue heauenly powers offended Are more fitting to the merit Of my foule infected spirit Yet while mercie is remoouing All the sorrowes of the louing How can faith be full of blindenesse To despaire of mercies kindnesse While the hande of heauen is giuing Comfort from the euerliuing No my soule be no more sory Looke vnto that life of glory Which the grace of faith regardeth And the teares of loue rewardeth Where the soule the comfort getteth That the Aungels musicke setteth There when thou art well conducted And by heauenly grace instructed How the faithfull thoughts to fashion Of a rauisht louers passion Sing with Saints to Aungels nighest Halleluiah in the highest OH that my heart could neuer cease to sing The holy praises of my heauenly king And that my minde could think vpon no blisse But of the grace wherein his glory is And that my tongue could talke of nothing else But of the wonders of his worthinesse And that mine eye could see but where hee dwels Who is the height of vertues holinesse And that my tongue could like no other taste But of his flesh that is the spirits foode And that my soule might sweare a solemne fast For one pure droppe of his deare pretious blood That at my song the Aungels might reioyce To heare the musicke of a sinners voice HElpe cryes my hearte not froÌ„ the hellish place This wretched world nor all the wealth therein But from the God of that high heauenly grace Whose only mercie doth all glory winne Hee hee alone that sees the sinners teares Distilling from a true repentant heart And will not let him perish in those feares That make the waie to an infernall smart That onely Lord of onely life and loue Who doth forbeare forgiue and quite forget All those misdeeds that his displeasure moue While sorrowes faith is fast by mercy set Hee hee alone in spight of death and hel Blesse my poore wounded soule and all is well Emmanuell COme liue with mee and be my loue My loue my life my King my God And let mee now thy mercy prooue That long haue felt thy heauie rodde Thy heauie rodde ah woe is me A rodde of rushes t is no more Who highly for offending thee Might haue beene shutte from mercies dore But thou art hee whose glorious eye Beholdes the sorrow not the sinne Of him who doth for mercie cry While teares of faith doe fauour winne Thou dost not wish a sinners death To liue and loue is thy delight While in the blessing of thy breath Is euer day and neuer night Oh thou more faire then fairenesse is More sweete then sweetenesse can be thought More kinde then louers when they kisse That with thy death thy loue hast bought Oh truth of trueth and yet more true Then time can try or tongue can tell Whose grace and glorie still renewe In heauenly praise in spight of hell Oh power of powers aboue all power Oh constant faith for euer fast Oh onely sweete without all sower Oh endlesse ioyes that eueâ—last In thee my loue and but in thee Doe euer spring that euer were And at thine only pleasure bee To bee disposed euery where Oh thou that werte before what was In essence of all excellence And in thy wisdome dost surpasse The reach of knowledge quintessence Who all of nothing didst create But by thy worde and to thy will And so didst order euery state As shewes thy high supernall skill Who hauing all thinges set in frame Didst shewe what loue to man thou hadst To giue him power each thing to name And make him Lord of all thou mad'st And more then that to shewe thy loue Thou mad'st him like vnto thy selfe Till Iack an Apes of hell did prooue To make a Monkie breede an elf Oh God had that sweete grace of thine In Adam neuer beene abused Our nature then in him diuine The diuels apple had refused But ease begat such idlenesse And idle ease such wantonnesse And wantonnesse such wickednesse As wrought in him our wretchednesse Hee did forget thy goodnesse first Wee follow him and fly from thee Hee for his folly was accurst And so in iustice Lord are wee But hee with shame beheld his sinne And flewe to mercie for reliefe Whose woefull state all wee are in That to thy mercie shewe our griefe Hee stucke vnto rocke of strength That after labour gaue him ease And wee in loue doe hope at length That sorrowes teares will wrath appease Oh God thou knowest that only knowest What knowledge is and what to knowe And by thy mercie onely showest What only pleaseth the to showe That as of dust wee came at furst Vnto the dust we shall againe The belly of the world shall burst When sinne and sorrow shall be slaine A time will be when that all time Shall see his longest thread will breake When gratious loue in praises prime Shall only of thy glory speake When graues

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