Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	father_n	heaven_n	holy_a	5,066	5	5.4557	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07160	A sacred poem describing the miraculous life and death of the glorious conuert S· Marie of Ægipt who passed fortie seauen yeares in the desarts leading a penitentiall life to the astonishment of all succeeding ages.	Howard, Robert, 1597-1676.	1640 (1640)	STC 17567; ESTC S112378	29,394	68

year I sufferd much from the distemperd sphere In depth of winter with cold mornings glac't With snowes with sleetes and stormes of hayle defac't In summer tand and scorcht with Titans beames My nakednesse exposd to both extreames For those sheere weedes the moyst and bleaker ayre Had quickly rotted which at first I ware From which time forward naked as you see From soultry heate from blashing winters free Clad in the mercyes of my God in prayse Of his blest name I spend my waining dayes My soule which in these caues heauen ayding through A thousand snares hath kept it's former vow Not ignorant with what high fauours grac't Innumerable hazards it hath past And trusting to that grace by which repriud From these exteriour troubles it hath liud Growes confident and with inflamd desires To euer-lasting comforts glad aspyres I drinke I feed I 'm clothd out of heauens store The word of God all these supplyes and more Because that man on bread not onely feeds But on each word which from our Lord proceeds Nay euen the very rocke shal them arraye Who the foule robe of sin haue thrown away Th' attentiue father when she had annext These places pickt out of the sacred text Demanded if she had been some times bred In studyes or the psalmes perhaps had read Noe truly said she nor haue seen the face Of mortal creature in this forlorne place But be not this your wonder for Gods word Doth sence and science to all his afford Loe father now my whole life's tract you haue And once againe vpon my knees I craue That in those holy offrings which you make Dayly to heauen you some compassion take Of my much-burdend soule and recommend To that great God of mercyes my neere end A deepe-fetcht sigh here closd her speech the man Confounded kneeld and with loud voyce began His eyes in warme tears swimming Blessed be That God by whom great things we compast see Strange high and wonderful most dreadful things Things which no scypher within number brings Blessed art thou Lord God almighty who Art pleasd that I a sinful wretch should know All those good things which thou reseru'st in store For them that loue thee who doest euermore Help them who seeke thee there th' Aegiptian takes The oldman's hand and raysing him thus speakes Whiles I am liuing let no mortal ear O man of God what I haue told thee heare Touching my life and state now go in peace And when the sun shal this same dayes increase Adde to the ful year's period you me And I shal you God's grace assisting see Yet for Christ's sake let me intreat that you When the next lent shal these blest rites renew Though all the rest their annual custom keep In boating ouer Iordan's sacred deep Yet passe not with them Zozim marking her His monasteryes solemne rule tinferre With wonder shrinking onely sayd in 's heart Glory to thee my God who doest impart To them who loue thee she proceeded stay At home as I was saying nor obey Thy rule here in which wouldst thou know in vaine Man striues when otherwise the heauens ordaine Then on that euer honourd day in which It pleasd our lord his people to inrich With the vnualued treasure of his blood And sacred body that life-giuing food Which as his lou'es eternal testament By his last will in this great sacrament He left to his beloued then I say When the declining sun shal close the day Hauing with due solemnity renewd The sacred cene doe not my hopes delude But part of that celestial foode reserue The worst of sinners and most poore to serue This don expect me on the farther side Where Iordan's streames the world and vs deuide That there once more I may receaue the blood And body of my God which sacred foode My famisht soule since those blest streams I past Hath not been worthy in these woods to tast O father though I know my self the worst Of al that euer find and most accurst Yet doe not you a sinners prayer slight For heauen it self in such oft takes delight Hear me and graunt that I vnworthy may Receaue my God about that time of day Wherein it pleasd himself to consecrate And giue his last of suppers the first date Father be mindful of me and farewel One thing I had forgotten pray you tell Your Abbot Iohn that some things are amisse Which he should not neglect but as for this Say nothing for a while yet tell him when Our lord shal think it fit forbear til then Sh 'had sayd and kneeld for 's blessing which obtaind With winged speed the thickest thickes she gaignd The ayre receaues her on glad wings the grasse Prest lightly with her foot steps as they passe Forceth to rise again you 'd say to meet I'ts happinesse and kisse her sacred feet The woods haste to incounter their loud'ghest The leafes to whispering windes their ioys exprest And spread a thicker shadow for they know It is her will that they should hide her so Things without sence exult th' oldman alone Forsaken and deiected stands like one Whose high-contemplatiue transported soule Wholy absorpt and fixt in th' vpper pole Reard on the wings of pure eternal loue Admire those treasures which are stord aboue For true chaste louers and inioyes the place Of endlesse blisse alas one minut's space This high raysd soule to it's frayle home retournes Where sad deiected and opprest it mournes I'ts misery the greater by how much The late-tryed ioyes of heauen it had found such So stood the sad anachoret depriud Of that blest obiect which had earst reuiud His death-likeage whiles euerye word of hers Pierc't like sweet musick his attentiue ears Her countenance and illuminated face Diffusing part of that redounding grace Which through the working of the holy ghost His neighbouring soule with plenteous streams ingrost What ioy might with that ioy of his compare What mysery now equal his despaire Since past felicityes but vex the more Than if they neuer had been knowne before His eyes pursue the saint as far as hee Through the dimme glasses of those eyes could see But when the spatious plaine and woods thicke shade His prospect's vtmost period had made Lost in himself he without motion stood His eyes and soule both sinking in a flood Of endlesse teares innumerable woes Oppresse him with their weight and mortal throwes His straitned heart and bowels thrill but when Weighing the varying state of mortal men He had reflected on his griefe and calld The will of God to mind himself appalld And fearful least he had offended in His too rash sorrow sorrowes for his sin And rectifying his inferiour will Vowes that of heauen in all things to fulfill Then kneeling kist the grasse where she had stept Which with obseruance dewe yet careful kept The prints of her dear feet and with calme showers Waterd the drooping grasse and late-blest flowers But time calles on him and himself restraines His too