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 XIX.

GOds Glory the vast Heav'ns proclame; The Firmament, his mighty Frame. Day unto Day, and Night to Night The wonders of his Works recite. To these nor speech nor words belong, Yet understood without a Tongue. The Globe of Earth they compass round; Through all the world disperse their sound. There is the Suns Pavillion set; Who from his Rosie Cabinet, Like a fresh Bride-groom shews his face; And as a Giant, runs his race. He riseth in the dawning East, And glides obliquely to the West: The World with his bright Rayes repleat; All Creatures cherish'd by his heat. Gods Laws are perfect, and restore The Soul to life, even dead before. His Testimonies, firmly true, With Wisdom simple men indue.

The Lords Commandments are upright, And Feast the Soul with sweet delight. His Precepts are all Puritie, Such as illuminate the Eye, The fear of God, soil'd with no stain, Shall everlastingly remain. Jehovah's Judgements are Divine; With Judgement he doth Justice joine: Which men should more than Gold desire, Then heaps of Gold refin'd by Fire: More sweet than Honey of the Hive, Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive.

Thy Servant is inform'd from thence: They, their Observers recompence. Who knows what his Offences be? From secret sins O cleanse thou me! And from presumptuous Crimes restrain; Nor let them in thy Servant reign: So shall I live in Innocence, Not spotted with that great Offence. My Fortress, my Deliverer; O let the Prayers my Lips prefer, And Thoughts which from my Heart arise, Be acceptable in thine Eyes.

Notes

• As the 8th.
• Part 2.