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 June 8, 2024.
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PSALM CXLI.
TO Thee I cry; Lord, hear my cries;* 1.1O come with speed unto my aid:Let my sad Prayers before Thee rise,Like Incense on the Altar laid;Or as when I, with hands displaid,Present my Evening Sacrifice.
Before my mouth a Guardian set;My Lips with barrs of Silence close.O let me not thy Laws forget;And wickedly combine with those,Who Thee, and all that's good, oppose;Nor of their deadly Dainties eat.
But let the Just wound and reprove;Such stripes and checks, an argumentOf their sincere and prudent love;Like Odours of a fragrant Scent,Pour'd on my head, no breaches rent.My prayers shall for their safety move.
Mongst Rocks their Chiefs in ambush lye,Yet have my suff'rings understood.
Our severed bones are scattered byThe mouths of graves, like clefts of Wood.Lord, save from those, that hunt for blood:On Thee with faith I cast mine eye.
O from their Machinations free,That would my guiltless Soul betray;From those who in my wrongs agree,And for my life their engins lay.May they by their own craft decay;But let me thy Salvation see.