Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	call_v	lord_n	sinner_n	2,337	5	7.5568	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89611	Ex otio negotium. Or, Martiall his epigrams translated. With sundry poems and fancies, / by R. Fletcher.; Epigrammata. English	Martial.; Fletcher, R.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.	1656 (1656)	Wing M831; Thomason E1597_1; ESTC R202878	91,912	266

fry Capring upon the deep to give supply To every pretty winding brook which now With tatling springs and living plenty flow Thus Nature peep'd out in her morning dresse Though not arrived to a full readinesse And now the sixth day of God's labour dawnes Whenas the blowing meads and tufted lawns Are stock'd with lowing beasts of every kinde The bleating snowy sheep fruitful hinde All creatures of all sorts for game and food Which by the vote of heaven were very good The little world and complement of all Was only absent for whose sake they call The Grand Consilio of the gods to make Man which of earth and heaven should pertake God's Image and the globe's Epitome Must in one structure both united bee Hence then the low and lofty Steward came To head the Collonies and gave things a name Even Adam that prime moving dust that small And great Vicegerent of the God of all Thus the world walk'd abroad rich as the sun And God's work ended where Man's work begun Now that we have survey'd this tumbling Ball How whence made take a short touch on al. And first of that great mercy that prime cause From which all causes spring and take their Laws T was meerly The eternal will Love Of God reveal'd in time that did him move To raise an universe of beauty where Was neither forme nor mediate matter there And thence he fram'd not man first as the summ And supream piece of all that was to come But brought him to a Furnish'd World compleat In all proportions bad him take and eate Subdue and have dominion raign command And supervize the wonders of his hand The only homage he sought on his part Was but the service of an upright heart A pure obedience and a station in That innocency which yet had known no sin But why in just six dayes God and no more Compleated up this building and this store May some men ask Was it a type of the Fix'd Crisis of the world's Catastrophe Which the old Rabbins of the Jews suppose After six thousand years shall have its close When all flesh shall an endless Sabbath keep While sin and time death are lull'd a sleep I dare not fathom these deep misteries Conceal'd even from the very Angells eyes As the beginning of all things hid lay In the Almighty bosom where no ray Could pry into its purpose So we now May gh●ess the end as undiscover'd how Or when lies lapp'd up in th' obscure decree And secret cabinet of the dietie This only we dare say we know as light Began so fire shall be the world 's good night Thus having through this glorious week's work prest Where God left labour I presume to rest John chap. 18. ver 36. My Kingdom is not of this World TRue blessed Saviour true thy Kingdom 's not Of this world For we cannot finde a spot Of thy Crown Land where Geometrie may stay Her reeling compass to move any way In demonstration of that circling Round That may define th' inclosure Holy ground But since thy Church grew Stately fell down The lands are all confiscate from the Crown Conntrey freez Elders have thy Flesh hooks bin To shrive the Levites Pot and all within And never conscious of thy pious rule Leave poor Elias to th' charity of the foul Or like the Indian Astomi to smell His way to life or live by miracle Thus Sion's wasted and thy Prophets slain And Godlinesse hath proov'd the only Gain Math. chap. 11 ver 28. Come unto me all yee that labour and are heavy laden c. MOst great and glorious God! how sweet how free Is thy kinde invitation but ay mee The clogs of sin So rein me in And black shame mix'd with guilt restrains my will From all designes but doing ill So that I tremble to approach thy throne And tread the Courts of the most Holy One But yet thy Call's so powerfully good So pressing that 't is death if once withstood Nor is it less To tempt thy Holiness In this extream this streight what shall I doe I 'de come but bee accepted too But ô my loud-tongu'd sins so fill the ayre They 'le bar up heaven against my cry prayer Yet wherfore should I doubt 'T is not the call Of Cherubims or ought Angelical T is he t is hee That in that extasie Of fear to sincking Peter reach'd his hand And snatch'd him from the grave to land Jehovah he that tryes the reines and sees Our wounds and moanes our deep infirmities Shall I then with poor Adam strive to hide My nakedness with leavs Or slip a side O no he spyes my way By night as by noon day Darkness cannot exclude him nor the shade Of Hell from what his hands have made He knows our thoughts evē long before they were And when those lips bid come can there be fear But ô 't is said hee 's a Consuming fire But ô 't is sure he now layes by his ire He thunders out With trumpets shout No Judgment from mount Sinai But a still Soft voice of love and free good will He that appear'd then in a warlike dress Seeks now the stray sheep in the Wilderness Put off thy terrors then Great God and I Shall humbly prostrate at thy foot-stool lye And there bemoan With many a groan And bitter tear my sinful sins to thee To thee alone canst pardon mee O shut not up thy mercy in disdain Nor yet remember my old sins again Impute not my youth's guilt unto my charge But thou that offer'st Rest set me at large Even from this death And hell beneath That gapes with open jaws to swallow all That on thee doe neglect to call And hardned in their sins thy spirit grieve By a contempt and wilful hate to live But ere thou cōm'st bless'd God to pass me by First hide me from thy sin-abhorring eye That I may stand Like Moses cover'd with thy hand Close in the cilft of Christ's wounds in the dress And garment of his Righteousnesse And on me through his satisfaction look That on his score my sad transgressions took Receive me then but with that kinde regret The good old man his prodigal childe met Who as 't appears Devided betwixt joy and tears Ran and embrac'd kiss'd his drooping Son In all points now undone But that rich treasure of a Father's love Which nere could be exhausted nor remove Such bowels of compassion Lord put on Such pregnant yernings of affection Then hear my cry And heal my malady Though I have sinn'd yet Christ hath satisfied O Judg not for 't is he that dyed But hear the voice of his still streaming gore Which calls to thee for mercy more more Prevent not then thy Angels joy in mee To see a sinner reconcil'd to thee Nor let thy love So barren prove Or loose its end for which thou sent'st it here Even my salvation now so neer What pleasure in my bloud Lord cā there