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.
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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 XI.
MY God, on Thee my hopes relie:Why say they to my troubled Soul,Arise, up to your Mountain flie;Flie, quickly, like a chaced Fowl?
For loe, the Wicked bend their bows,Their arrows fit with secret Art;That closely they may shoot at those,Who are upright and pure in heart.
If their foundation be destroy'd,What can the Righteous build upon?God in his Temple doth abide;Heav'n is the Great Jehovah's Throne.
His Eyes behold, his Eye-lids tryThe Sons of Men; allows the best:But such as joy in crueltyThe Lord doth from his Soul detest.
Snares, horrid Tempest, Brimstone, Fire,(Their portion) on their heads shall light:Th' intirely Just affects th' Intire;For ever precious in his sight.