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.
Author
Sandys, George, 1578-1644.
Publication
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 13, 2024.

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PSALM CXXVII.

* 1.1UNless the Lord the house sustain, They build in vain; In vain they watch, unless the Lord The City guard. In vain you rise before the Light, And break the slumbers of the Night.

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In vain the bread of sorrow eat, Got by your sweat; Unless the Lord with good success Your labours bless: For he all good on his bestows, And crowns their eyes with sweet repose.
Increasing sons, his Heritage, Renew their age; The pledges of their fruitful love, Given from above: As formidable to the Foe, As Arrows from a Giants bow.
He is belov'd of God, and blest Above the rest; Whose Quivers with such Shafts abound; By men renown'd: Nor shall his adversary dread; When they at the Tribunal plead.

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