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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- Title
- 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.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by W. Godbid for A. Roper,
- 1676.
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- Subject terms
- Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English.
- Tune-books.
- Cite this Item
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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.
Pages
Page 196
What God can be compar'd with ours?
Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towers
Submits himself to guide and move
All that is done in Heaven above:
And from that height vouchsafes to throw
His eyes on us, who creep below.
The poor he raiseth from the Dust:
Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just;
Whom he to height of honour brings,
And sets him in the Thrones of Kings.
He fructifies the barren Womb;
The Childless, Mothers now become.
Hallelu-jah.
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