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 XVII.

LOrd, grant my just Request; O hear my cry, And Pray'rs that lips, untoucht with guile un∣fold! My Cause before thy High Tribunal try, And let thine Eyes my Righteousness behold.

Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recess, Like Mettal try'st me, yet no Dross hast found: •• am resolv'd, my Tongue shall not transgress; But on thy Word will all my Actions ground.

So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants fly: O, lest I slip, direct my Steps by Thine! Thee invoke; for Thou wilt hear my Cry: Thine Ear to my afflicted Voice incline.

O shew thy wondrous Love! Thou from their Fo•• Preservest all that on thy Aid depend. Lord, as the Apple of the Eye inclose, And over me thy shady Wings extend.

For Impious Men, and such as deadly hate My guiltless Soul, have compast me about; Who swell with Pride, inclos'd with their own fa•••• And words of contumely thunder out.

Our traced steps intrap as in a Toil; Low-couched on the Earth with flaming Eyes; Like famish'd Lions eager of their Spoil, Or Lions Whelps; close lurking to surprise.

Arise! prevent him, from his Glory hurl'd; My pensive Soul, from the Devourer save: From men which are thy scourge, men of the wor•••• Who in this Life alone their Portion have.

Fill'd with thy secret Treasure, to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave: But I with Righteousness shall see thy Face; And rising, in thy Image, joy receive.

Notes

• As the 31.
• Part 2.