A paraphrase upon the Psalms of David by George Sandys ; set to new tunes for private devotion and a thorough-base for voice or instrument by Henry Lawes ; and in this edition carefully revised and corrected from many errors which passed in former impressions by John Playford.

PSALM XCII.

THou, who art inthron'd above; Thou, by whom we live, and move; O how sweet, how excellent, Is't with tongue and hearts consent, Thankful hearts and joyful tongues, To renown thy Name in Songs! When the Morning paints the Skies, When the sparkling Stars arise; Thy high favours to rehearse, Thy firm faith, in grateful Verse. Take the Lute, and Violin; Let the solemn Harp begin; Instruments strung with ten strings; While the Silver Cimbal rings. From thy Works my joy proceeds: How I triumph in thy Deeds! Who thy Wonders can express! All thy Thoughts are fathomless;

Hid from Men in Knowledge blind; Hid from Fools to Vice inclin'd. Who that Tyrant Sin obey; Though they spring like Flowers in May; Parch'd with Heat, and nipt with Frost, Soon shall fade, for ever lost.

Lord, thou art most Great, most High; Such from all Eternitie. Perish shall thy Enemies, Rebels that against thee rise. All, who in their Sins delight, Shall be scatter'd by thy Might. But thou shalt exalt my Horn, Like a youthful Unicorn; Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head. I shall see my Foes defeat, Shortly hear of their retreat: But the Just like Palms shall flourish, Which the Plains of Iudah nourish: Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon. Plants set in thy Court, below Spread their roots, and upwards grow; Fruit in their Old-age shall bring; Ever fat and flourishing. This Gods Justice celebrates; He, my Rock, Injustice hates.

Notes

• As the 29.
• Part 2.