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 CVII.

EXtoll,* 1.1 and our good God adore, Whose Sea of Mercy hath no Shore. O you by Tyrants late opprest, Now from your servile Yokes releast; Praise him, who your Redemption wrought, And home from barbarous Nations brought. From where the Morn her Wings displays; From where the Evening crowns the Dayes; Beneath the burning Zone, and near The Influence of the freezing Bear. They in unpeopled Deserts straid; The Heavens their Roof, the Clouds their shade: Their Souls with thirst and hunger faint; None by, to pity their Complaint: When to the Lord their God they cry'd, His Mercy their extreams suppli'd.

He led them through the Wilderness, And gave them Cities to possess. O you, his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! For he in foodless Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestial Bread. From wondring Rocks new Currents roul, To satisfie the thirsty Soul.

* 1.2Those Rebels, who his Counsel slight, Imprison'd in the shades of Night; Horrors of Guilt their Souls surprise: When humbled with their miseries, They to the Lord addrest their Prayers; His Mercy comforts their Despairs, From Darkness draws, dissolves their Grieves; And from Deaths Jaws preserves their lives. O you his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate? He breaks Steel-bars, and Gates of Brass, To force a way for His to pass. Those Fools, whom pleasing Sins intice, Are punish'd by their darling Vice. Their Souls all sorts of Food distast: Whom Troops of pale Diseases waste. When they to God direct their Prayers, His Mercy comforts their Despairs. His Word restores them from their Graves, And from a dreadful Ruin saves. O you his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! Due Praises to his Altar bring, And of your great Redemption sing.

Who sail upon the toiling Main,* 1.3 And traffick in pursuit of Gain, To such his Power is not unknown, Nor wonders in the Ocean shown. At his Command black Tempests rise; Then mount they to the troubled Skies, Thence sinking to the Depths below. The Ship Hulls as the Billows flow; And all Aboard at every seel, Like Drunkards on the Hatches reel. When they to God direct their Prayers, His Mercy comforts their Despairs. Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage, And foming Seas suppress their Rage: Then, singing, with a prosperous Gale, To their desired Harbour sail. O you his Goodness celebrate! His Acts to all the World relate! His Fame in your Assemblies raise, And in the sacred Senate praise.

He Rivers turns t' a Wilderness;* 1.4 ••prings dry'd up by the Suns access. To scourge their Sins, he makes the Soil Ungrateful to the Owners toil: Turns sandy Deserts into Pools, And parched Earth with Fountains cools: There plants his hungry Colonies, Where strongly-fenced Cities rise: The Fields their yellow Mantles wear, And spreading Vines full clusters bear. They infinitely multiply: Their Heards of no diseases die. ••ut when their Sins his Wrath incense, Then Famine, War, and Pestilence,

Their miserable Lives devour: Their Princes he deprives of Power, Who in the Path-less Wilderness Conceal'd themselves from Mans access. The Poor he raiseth from the ground; Their Families like flocks abound. The Just shall this with Joy behold; Th' Unjust with fear and shame controll'd. The Wise these Changes will record, That they may know and serve the Lord.

Notes

• * 1.1

  As the 8.
• * 1.2

  Part 2.
• * 1.3

  Part 3.
• * 1.4

  Part 4.