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 17, 2024.
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PSALM CXLII.
WIth sighs and cries to God I praid;To him my supplication made;Pour'd out my tears,My cares and fears;My wrongs before him laid.
My fainting spirits almost spent:He knew the path in which I went.Yet in my wayTheir snares they lay,With merciless intent.
My Eyes I round about me throw;None see, that will th' Oppressed know;No refuge left;Of hope bereft;Vain pity none bestow.
Then unto God I cry'd, and said,Thou art my Hope, and only Aid,The PortionI build upon,While with frail flesh araid.