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 CXLV.

I Still will of thy Glory sing; Thy Name extoll, my God, my King. No day shall pass without thy praise; Prais'd while the Sun his Beams displays. Great is the Lord, whose praise exceeds: Inscrutable are all his Deeds. One Age shall to another tell Thy Works, which so in power excell. The Beauty of thy Excellence, And Oracles intrance my Sense. Men shall thy dreadful Acts relate; My Verse thy Greatness celebrate; To memory thy Favours bring, And of thy noble Justice sing. For in Thee Grace and Pity live; To anger slow, swift to forgive. All on thy Goodness, Lord, depend: Thy Mercies all thy Works transcend; Even all thy Works shall praise thy Name; Thy Saints shall celebrate the same: Of thy far-spreading Empire speak; Thy Power, to which all Powers are weak:

To make thy Acts to Mortals known, And glory of thy awfull Throne.

Thy Kingdom never shall have end: Thy Rule beyond Times flight extend. The Lord shall those, who fall, sustain; And Souls dejected raise again. All seek from Thee their livelyhood; Thou in due season giv'st them food: Thy liberal Hand, Men, Birds, and Beasts, Even all that live, with plenty feasts. The Lord is Just in all his Waies, Who Mercy in his Works displaies; ••s present by his power with all, Who on his Name sincerely call: For he will their desires effect; Regard their cries; from Foes protect. Who love Him, Safety shall enjoy: The Lord the Wicked will destroy. My Tongue his Goodness shall proclame. Man-kind, for ever praise his Name.

Notes

• As the 111
• Part 2