A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys

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A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys
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Sandys, George, 1578-1644.
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London :: [Printed by John Legatt, sold] at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard [i.e. the shop of Andrew Hebb],
M.DC.XXXVIII. [1638]
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PSALME LXXVI.
As the 29.
GOD in Judah is renown'd; Salem with his Temple crown'd: He in sacred Sion dwels; Israel his wonders tels. He their flying Ensignes teares; Shivers the Assyrian Speares. He their Swords, Shields, Arrowes, broke; Kill'd, subdu'd, without a stroke. Thou more excellent then they, That on Juries Mountains prey: VVho the Great in battell foil'd; Of their lives and honours spoil'd. Not the Mightie could with-stand, Nor so much as find a hand. Princes, by thy onely breath, VVith the Vulgar sleep in Death. Terrible unto thy Foes: O, who can thy Wrath oppose! When as they thy Thunder heare, Mortals stand amaz'd, and feare: VVhen from thy eternall Rest Thou descend'st, to save th'Opprest. Malice but it selfe betraies; And converts into thy praise. Future rage thou shalt restrain, Making their indeavours vain. Jacobs Seed, with one accord, Pay your Vowes unto the Lord. Holy Levites, Offerings bring; Of his glorious Conquest sing.

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He, who Princes overthrowes, O, how fearefull to his Foes!
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