PSALME. XXXIV.
CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉
BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉
THe Lord I will for ever blesse;
My Tongue his praises shall professe,
In him my Soule shall boast:
The Meeke, shall heare the same, and joy:
His Name, with me, ô magnifie;
Extoll the Lord of Host.
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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- M.DC.XXXVIII. [1638]
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My prayers ascending pierc't his eare;
Who snatcht me from those stormes of feare.
The Meeke who God expect,
Who flow to him like living Brookes,
Shame never shall distaine their lookes,
nor with foule guilt infect.
This VVretch in his adversitie
(Then men shall say) to God did crie,
Whose Mercie him secur'd.
The Angels of Jehovah those,
Who feare him, with their Tents inclose,
By Strength divine immur'd,
How good our God, O taste and see!
Who trust in him thrice happie be;
You Saints, ô feare him still:
Such feele no want; the Lions rore
For hunger; but who God implore,
He shall with Plentie fill.
[Part. 2] Come children, with attention heare,
I will instruct you in his feare.
VVhat man delights in life?
Seekes to live happily and long?
From evill guard thy warie tongue,
Thy lips from fraud and strife.
Doe good, and wicked deeds eschew;
Seeke sacred Peace, her steps pursue.
Gods Eyes are on the Just;
Their cries his open Eare attends:
But on the Bad his wrath descends,
Their Names reduc'd to dust.
He heares the Righteous, and their crie;
Preserv'd in their adversitie:
A broken heart affects,
And Soules contrite which in Him trust.
Great are the afflictions of the Iust;
But He in all protects:
Keepes every bone of theirs intire.
The VVicked swallowes in his Ire,
And who the Righteous hate.
The Lord his Servants shall redeeme;
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Those ever deare in his esteeme,
Who on his promise wait.