A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys

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Title: A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys
Author: Sandys, George, 1578-1644.
Publication: 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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CANT. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

BASS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

THou Guardian of my truth and me,
That from these straits hast set me free,
O heare my prayer!
Be I thy care;
For mercie lives in thee.

You sonnes of men, how long will you
Eclipse my glory, and pursue
Lov'd vanities;
Delight in lies,
To Man, to God untrue?

Know, God my innocence hath blest,
And will with soveraigntie invest:
His gentle eare
Prepar'd to heare
My never vaine request.

Sinne not, but feare; surcease, and try
Your hearts, as on your beds you lie:

Pure gifts present
With pure intent,
And place your hopes on high.

But earthly Mindes false wealth admire,
And toyle with uncontrol'd desire.
With cleare aspect
Thy beames reflect,
And heavenly thoughts inspire.

O let my joy, exempt from feares,
Their joyes transcend, when Autumne beares
His pleasant wines
On clustred vines,
And graine-replenisht eares.

Now shall the peacefull hand of Sleep
In heavenly Deaw my senses steep;
Whom thy large wings,
O King of Kings,
In shades of safety keep.