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.
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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 May 20, 2024.
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PSALM CXL.
LOrd, save me from the Violent;From him who takes delight in ill:Whose heart Deceit and Mischief fill;On bloody War and Outrage bent.
Their wounding Tongues, like Serpents whet;Poyson of Asps their Lips inclose.O save from fierce and Wicked Foes;Who toils, to overthrow me, set!
The Proud have hid their cords and snares;Spread all their Nets; their Gins have laid.To God, Thou art my God, I said;O gently hear thy Suppliant's prayers.
My strong Preserver in the fight,As with a Helm, my head defends.Let not the Wicked gain their ends;Lord, lest their pride rise with their might.
Themselves let their own Slanders wound:Destroy Him who their fury leads.Let burning coals fall on their heads;And quenchless flames imbrace them round.
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Cast them into the Depths below;From thence, O never let them rise!Let Death the Slanderer surprise;And Mischief salvage Wrath o'rethrow.
God to th' Afflicted aid will give;The Poor defend from Death and Shame.The Just shall celebrate thy Name;And ever in thy Presence live.