Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	grace_n	let_v	lord_n	8,516	5	3.9516	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81112	Euchodia. Or, A prayer-song; being sacred poems on the history of the birth and passion of our blessed Saviour, and several other choice texts of Scripture. In two parts. / By Daniel Cudmore, Gent.	Cudmore, Daniel, 17th cent.	1655 (1655)	Wing C7460; Thomason E1606_2; Thomason E1498_2; ESTC R208455	38,700	131

deter How long that Quaere wilt suspend Whether the world shall have an end Come let thy judgement and thy mercy Finish at length that Controversie Come come away our panting hearts are drumming At thy approach and yet thou seem'st not coming 4. Haste Lord descend thy Saints to gather And to resigne them to thy Father What wilt thou lose by that thy tender 'T is no surprisal or surrender Thou ' lt be the King of glory still For who dares to oppose thy will Safe in thy Eden grows the tree of life Thou now not doubtst of Adam or his wife 5. But stay my soul what canst thou meet Thy Judge with clean prepared feet Art thou not naked or art cloth'd As one to such a Lord betroth'd If so go meet thy coming Groom Thy wedding-day's the day of Doom But Lord we build wed feast we vaunt and jet As 't were but now thou saidst But th'end's not yet 6. As morning-light precedes the Sun Let grace thy glory here fore-run For glory never there will come Where grace hath not prepar'd the room Give grace Lord and with that the sinew Of strength and vigour to continue Thou hast been 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and begun to do But seem'st 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 too 7. O let not Hell upbraid thy power As his that 'gan to build that tower He could not end Finish at length My Citadel with mighty strength Yet faith and hope faint joys are sory Till grace be swallow'd up of glory As grace like Orphah leaves me when I die Let Ruth-like glory fill my Naomi 8. Blest God I know we ought to pray Thy kingdom come each day by day And should thy coming damn us all We durst but it a mercy call Thy time dread Lord 's the best and thou Long-suff'ring art of old and now O let thy grace make way for glory then Thy kingdom come thy will be done Amen On the Joys of heaven after the day of Judgment 2 Cor. 2. 9 Eye hath not seen nor ear heard neither have entred into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love him 1. GHess now the Scenes of ev'ry age Upon one Stage Re-acted and all shifted clean Both Stage and Scene Each hath his pay and wafted home With Go or Come To act a better part or worse With bliss or curse Both play'd have to my Fancies eye A Tragi-Comi-Comi-Tragedy 2. As heav'n Astronomy confines To Zones and Lines And with conceited Poles supports The azure Courts And th'row its fancied Zodiack Can Titan track And takes heav'ns length and breadth if bid As th' Angel did Their Jacob's staff no less can do Then if they had got Jacob's ladder too 3. Yet all this serves but to advance Gilt Ignorance So heav'ns joys by blinde devotions Are cloath'd in notions Which onely gild our Nescience With seeming sence Them we are forc'd to ghess by pleasures And earthly treasures Since though the Turkish Alcharon Describes their Par'dise ours can be by none 4. But could our Merlins by discerning And Lynx-ey'd learning Who can the starry Alphabet In language set And though the clouds should blot their book Can th'row them look Could they define the blessed mansions B'yo●d these expansions I 'd love their Art Divinity Should then be handmaid to Astronomy 5. As on their Babel of Conceit They mount heav'ns height So though its beauty and dimension Befools Invention Transcends the Zenith of all mancie Of Art and Fancie Yet since that faculty of soul Doth more inroll Then 's seen or heard we ghess those joys Though far above our knowledge wish or choice 6. To call them Riches were not high But beggerly To call them Honours were a vile Inglorious stile To call them Pleasures were a gross And tedious gloss These Joys by myriads of pitches Exceed such Riches Though by such names the blessed Spirit Describes those joys which now the Saints inherit 7. Since no man th' heavens ever knew By Art or view Though some the Stars boast to describe By name and tribe As if when first the heavens were They had been there And knew them all as well as he His silver skie Not knowing these so plain and even Who can define the non-apparent heaven 8. Lord since more then I can conceive I must believe And far beyond my Fancies scope I still must hope Grant what 's conceived by my youth Agree with truth And whatsoever doth out-stretch My Fancies reach She at forbidden fruit not glance But flag her wing in humble Ignorance On the Torments of Hell Luke 16. 22 And it came to pass that the begger died and was buried and was carried by the angels into Abrahams bosom The rich man also died and was buried 23 And in hell he lift up his eyes being in torments and sees Abraham afar off and Lazarus in his bosom 24 And he cried and said Father Abraham have mercy on me and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue for I am tormented in this flame 1. POor souls whom endless flames do scorch Since that the earth flam'd like a pendant Torch Since at the Trumpets final sound Our Jericho's high walls fell flat to ground And all was burnt What Verse hath tones Sufficient to accent forth your groans 2. Should all the Poets adde each Fury And of the Muses Nine make up a Jury And beg their Verdict to define Hell 's miseries they must the Suit decline Should they exhaust their Helicon And these should drain their Styx and Acharon 3. Let Wit excite her fruitless strife To limn Eternal Death unto the Life And in a Synod call the Quire Or Arts all served but to paint a fire Fire which but makes the brain to sweat As void of true description as of heat 4. Reader let thy Orpheus-like Fancie Descend to Hell in some conceited Maney And with brisk Nectar oil the mouth Of tortur'd Dives which is parch'd with drouth All he could say how Furies wreak Their rage would be I know not what to speak 5. Aetna's to this an idle tapor Vesuvius a thin incensed vapor Or as the Pyramids whose spires Mount onely in proportion'd shapes of fires No fire to these is worth a name Even Sodom's but the shadow of this flame 6. And what need Poets feign a Styx Or Acharon since floods of tears here mix Into a Sea which wildly lurks In darkness and confused water-works Which all Hydrography no better Can quote then Xerxes th' Hellespont could fetter 7. But cannot Dives from These drench His thirst-parch'd mouth and burning liver quench No fire and water here are both One element which flaming streams do froth Both having purg'd the world so gross Meet in Hell 's furnace to consume the dross 8. Lord since Hell 's pains exceed conceit Each gloss on them 's a naked counterfeit Our Fancies still have some remorse Let us the

a Parlour mew'd To shun his sight who is all eye What darkness but the God of light can scatter His searching winde doth enter ev'ry cranny Justice puts off her Vizor though some flatter 'T is at wilde aim if that her sword smite any 3. Cover our sins Since punishment And vice are twins Though different Wrath takes sin by the heel As Jacob Esau once And makes it fall or kneel T'hell or repentant groans No eager hoof or flipp'ry keel Can sin to safe Asylums bear Though hid within a winding eel Or in evasions couch'd it were Let 's not in private dare an evil fact Lest with a Cockatrices killing eye God make his Seeing and Revenge one act No time or place knew long immunity 4. Cover our sins Sees Isr'el's keeper Onely the skin And sees no deeper Ere done he sees our deeds Much more when they are done He sees them in their seeds Much more when they are grown If we could hide us in the air Heav'n is God's molten Looking-glass Should we for safety t' hell repair Holl hath nor covering nor case But if we so much lust to lurk and hide Let 's take Asylum in those blest five clifts Of that great Rock let 's nestle in his side Let us his Priesthood feed upon these fifts Psal 60. 2 Thou hast moved the land and divided it heal the sores thereof for it shaketh 1. TH' ast mov'd us Lord our troubled times resemble An earth-quake best for so we quake tremble The lofty fabricks of our beauteous Isles Now lie confus'd and heap'd in ru'nous piles Lord thou hast mov'd us as corn-fields we finde Decline their knotty stems before the winde 2. Yet thou canst move worse then by Civil wars When thou shalt move the world when fixed stars Like Autumn-leaves shall from the heavens drop When the feign'd Poles shall fail to under-prop Their massie weight yet Lord now let thy love And mercy move us ere thy pow'r thus move 3. Lord thou hast mov'd our land it moved hath Been by the breath of thy provoked wrath Worse then that wind that would dispeople th'woods And make proud Masts to kiss the angry floods Yet since thy breath can kindle coals worse far Then those of Juniper untouch'd we are 4. Our land 's a broken bone by Discord burst Which timely set may prove as strong as first But if delay'd until a Gangrene seize it What art can cure it or what hand can ease it When man's help fails thou only canst complete it None but thy hand that broke the bone can set it 5. W' are sick no part in or 'twixt th' head or foot But is dise as'd sick both in branch and root But since most Doctors while they cure exhaust The moisture radical and spirits wast Let 's unto him whose wisdom knows at length To cure the wound yet not t' impair the strength 6. My heart bleeds Lord to think our Nation hath So few to stand betwixt us and thy wrath Our fins so hainous might most justly shame The mouth of Mercy for to plead our name And Justice seems to plead at Mercy vext Bold Mercy cease thy chat my turn is next 7. How gross is Nature's sin that thus can move As here on earth so war in heav'n above Sets God against himself can raise disputes Betwixt his just and gracious Attributes Will not the angry heav'ns the world impeach As true occasioners of this their breach 8. But thou who both in one hast reconcil'd That Mercy sate content stern Justice smil'd On thee the weight of all our sins was laid Oh do not us again with them upbraid Thou raz'dst not the partition-wall in vain Oh do not suffer 't to be built again On the Spring MY Sense is ravish'd when I see This happie Seasons Jubilee What shall I term it a new birth The resurrection of the earth Which hath been buried we know In a cold Winding-sheet of snow The Winters breath had pav'd all o'er With Crystal Marble th'world's great floor But now the earth is livery'd In verdant suits by April dy'd And in despight of Boreas spleen Deck'd with a more accomplish'd green The gaudy Primrose long since hath Disclos'd her beauty by each path The floods as freez'd for Chariot-proof Were planch'd o'er with a Crystal roof Now in their chanels sweetly glide As Nyle when they his banks divide The trees rob'd of their leafie pride With mossie frize had cloath'd each side Whose hoary beards seem'd to presage To blooming youth their winters age But now invite to come and lie Under their quilted Canopie Blithe Damon like a jolly man Long since unto the mountains ran Where quietly he sits to pipe Whereat his lambs do seem to skip Then running to their dams they tug VVith pleasant speed the swelling dug Anon let 's to yon hawthorn steal And hearken how sweet Philomele Grieves not so much at Tereus crime As joys to see the Summer's prime How to the Spring the whistling Thrush His Sonnets sings on ev'ry bush The Sun late squinted from the skye And look'd on us with half an eye But now with glad and golden chear Phlegon mounts up our Hemisphere Our blood 's mild as if by some art W' had suck'd some new-born infant 's heart In brief quaint Nature seems here nice In type to shadow Paradice Lord all things bud and shall I davour Without the sunshine of thy favour VVilt never prime hast pass'd a doom That season never more shall bloom Inflict not on me such a dearth A greater curse then on the earth If did my sin in Tereus shape Act on thy Philomel a rape My soul like Progne shall be just And on his brats revenge his lust Let Primrose-like Repentance rise Dew'd by the April of mine eyes Then will I not doubt but next thou VVilt make each grace in order blow Psal 22. 9 But thou art he that took me out of my mothers womb thou wast my hope when I hanged yet on my mothers brests 10 I have been left unto thee ever since I was born thou art my God even from my mothers womb 1. LOrd when the Ostrich leaves her forlorn eggs Nor ey'd nor watch'd They by the sand are hatch'd The young soon use their wing-born leggs And for themselves with eager speed can prey But Lord thou foundst me in worse case then they 2. The Halcyon can promise on the flood That South nor North Rage till she have brought forth Among the waves her sea-born brood But I was sent young far on sea and land But found thus good to me nor sea nor sand 3. I was cast forth like an exposed Elf As soon as born Most wretched and forlorn Until thou took'st me up thy self As if my Parents knew no other debt They ow'd their childe but onely to beget 4. Like Moses young exposed to the floods Where I might weep To the remorsless deep Left since like Ishm'el to the woods Of this uncertain world where