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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- Title
- 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.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by W. Godbid for A. Roper,
- 1676.
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- Subject terms
- Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English.
- Tune-books.
- Cite this Item
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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 20, 2024.
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Page 66
Like Billows they my head transcend;
Beneath their heavy load I bend:
My Ulcers swell,
Corrupt, and smell;
Of Folly the sad end.
Perplext in mind I pine away,
And mourning waste the tedious day;
My Flesh no more
Then all one Sore;
All parts at once decay.
Much broken; all my strength o're-thrown;
Through anguish of my Soul I groan.
Lord, thou dost see
My thoughts and me▪
My Sighs to thee are known.
My sad Heart pants, my nerves relent,
My Sight grows dim; and to augment
My miseries,
All my Allies
And Friends themselves absent.
Who seek my life, their Snares extend;
Their wicked thoughts on Mischief bend:
Calumniate,
And lye in wait
To bring me to my end.
But I as deaf to them appear,
As mute, as if I tongueless were:
My passion rul'd,
Like one that could
At all not speak nor hear.
Page 67
Because my hopes on thee relye:
My God, I said, O hear my cry;
Lest they should boast,
Who hate me most,
And in my ruin joy.
For O! I droop, with struggling spent:
My thoughts are on my sorrows bent.
My sins excess
I will confess;
In show'rs of tears repent.
My foes are full of strength and pride;
Who causeless hate, are multiply'd:
Who good with ill
Repay; would kill,
Because I just abide.
Depart not, Lord; O pitty take!
Nor me in my extreames forsake!
Salvation
Is thine alone;
Hast to my succour make.
Notes
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As the 4.
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Part 2.