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 CXLIX.

TO the God, whom we adore, Sing a Song unsung before: His immortal Praise rehearse, Where his Holy Saints converse. Israel, O thou his Choice, In thy Makers Praise rejoyce: Zions Sons, rejoyce, and sing To the Honour of your King. In the Dance his Praise resound; Strike the Harp, let Timbrels sound. God in Goodness infinite, In his People takes delight. God with safety will adorn Those, whom men afflict with scorn. Let his Saints in glory joy; Sing as in their Beds they lye:

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Highly praise the living Lord; Arm'd with their two-edged Sword, All the Heathen to confound; And the Nations bordering round; Binding all their Kings with cords; Fettring their captived Lords: That they in divine pursuit, May his Judgements execute; As 'tis writ, such Honour shall Unto all his Saints befall. Hallelu-jah.

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