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 XXIV.

THe round and many-peopled Earth, What from her womb extract their birth, And whom her foodful breast sustains, Are his, who high in glory raigns. The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd, By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd. Who shall upon his Mountain rest? Who in his Sanctuary feast? Even he, whose hands are innocent; His heart unsoil'd with foul intent; Whom swoln Ambition, Avarice, Nor tempting Pleasures can intice: Who only their infection fears; And never fraudulently swears: The Lord his Saviour him shall bless, And cloth him with his Righteousness. Such are of Iacobs Faithful Race, Who seek him, and shall find his Face. You lofty Gates, your Leaves display▪ You everlasting Doors, give way; The King of Glory comes. O sing His Praise! Who is this glorious King? The Lord in Strength, in Pow'r compleat; The Lord in Battail more than great. You lofty Gates, your Leaves display; You everlasting Doors give way; The King of Glory comes. O sing His praise! Who is this glorious King? The Lord of Hosts, of Victory, Is King of glory; thron'd on high.

Notes

• As the 8.