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 XLI.

* 1.1WHo duly shall the Poor regard, Hath his Reward: The Lord in time of Trouble, shall Prevent his fall: He shall among the Living rest, And with the Earths increase be blest.

Lord, render him not up to those, Who are his Foes: When he in sorrow languisheth, Near unto Death; Let him by Thee be comforted, And in his Sickness make his bed.

I said, O Lord, thy Mercy show, And Health bestow: For O! my Soul the lothsome stains Of Sin retains. My Foes have said, When shall he die, And yet out-live his Memory?

••f any visit, they devise Deceitful Lies: Their hollow Hearts with Mischief load, Divulg'd abroad: Who hate me, whisper, and contrive, How they may swallow me alive.

Behold, say they, this Punishment From Heav'n is sent: He from the bed whereon he lies, Shall never rise. Yea, even my Friend, my Confident, My Guest, his heel against me bent.

But, Lord, thy Mercy I implore; My Health restore: O raise me! that forthwith I may Their Hate repay. ••n this thy Love thou dost express, That none triumph in my distress.

For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence. •• shall, inlighted by the Grace, Behold thy Face. ••ehovah, Israels God, be blest; While Day and Night the World invest.

Amen, Amen.

Notes

• * 1.1

  As the 7.