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.
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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.
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Sandys, George, 1578-1644.
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London :: Printed by W. Godbid for A. Roper,
1676.
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Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English.
Tune-books.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A27888.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.
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PSALM CXX.
* 1.1DIstrest, and in my mind dismay'd,When destitute of humane aid,To Thee successfully I pray'd.
Lord, shield me from the Fraudulent;From those that are on malice bent;Who envious Calumnies invent.
O thou false tongue, steep'd in the gallOf Serpents! what reward, for allThy mischief, shall to thee befall!
Like Arrows shot from Parthian strings,Fir'd Juniper, and Scorpions stings;Such art thou, O thou worst of things!
Wo's me, that I from IsraelExiled, must in Mesech dwell;And in the Tents of Ismael!
O how long shall I live with those,Whose savage minds sweet Peace oppose;Where Fury by disswasion grows: