PSALME XVI.
As the 8.
PReserve me, my undoubted Aid:
To whom, thou, O my Soule, hast said,
Thou art my God; no good in me,
Nor Merit can extend to Thee;
But to thy blessed Saints that dwell
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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On Earth, whose Graces most excell:
Those ravish me with pure delight.
Their sorrowes shall be infinite,
Who other Gods with gifts adore:
Their bloudie Offerings I abhorre;
Nor shall their Names my Lips profane.
But God my Lot will still maintaine:
He is my Portion, he bestowes
The Cup, that with his Bountie flowes.
I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd,
A faire and large Possession gain'd.
The Lord will I for ever praise,
Whose Counsels have inform'd my VVayes:
And my inflamed Zeale excite
To serve him in the silent Night.
He is my Object; by his Hand
Confirm'd, immoveable I stand.
Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest:
My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest.
Thou wilt not leave my Soule alone
In Hell; nor let thy Holy One
Corruption see: but that High-way
To Everlasting Life display.
Thy Presence yeelds intire delight:
At thy Right hand Joyes infinite.