PSALM XXXVI.
WHen I the bold Transgressor see,* 1.1
My thoughts thus whisper unto me;
He never fear'd the Lord:
He smooths himself in his own eyes,
'Till his secure impieties
Become of all abhorr'd.
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.
- Author
- Sandys, George, 1578-1644.
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- London :: Printed by W. Godbid for A. Roper,
- 1676.
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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 June 15, 2024.
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Page 62
Their words are vain, and full of guile:
They Wisdom from their hearts exile;
Forsaken Virtue hate:
Who mischief on their Beds contrive;
Through by-ways to bad ends arrive,
And vices propagate.
Thy Mercy, Lord, is thron'd on high;
And thy approv'd Fidelity
The lofty Skie transcends:
Thy Justice like a Mountain steep;
Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deep;
Who man and beast defends.
O Lord, how precious is thy Grace!
The sons of men, their comfort place,
Beneath thy shady wings:
They with thy Houshold dainties shall
Be fully satisfi'd, and all
Drink of thy pleasant Springs.
For O! from thee the Fountain flows,
Which endless Life on thine bestows;
Inlight'ned with thy Light.
On such as know thee show'r thy Grace;
O let thy Justice those embrace,
Who are in heart upright.
Let not the feet of Pride defeat;
Nor such as are in mischief great
My guiltless Soul surprize.
The workers of iniquity
Are faln like Meteors from the skie:
Cast down, no more to rise.
Notes
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* 1.1
As the 34.