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 17, 2024.
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And strong Defence; From those who my sad
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fall intend, Great God, defend: Lest Lion-
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like, if none controul, They tear my perse-
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cuted Soul.
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If I am guilty; if there be
Deceit in me;
If Ill I ever to my Friend
Did but intend;
Or rather have not succour'd those
Who were my undeserved foes:
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Let them my stained Soul pursue,
With hate subdue;
Let their proud feet in Triumph tread
Upon my head:
My life out of her mansion thrust,
And lay my Honour in the dust.
Against my dreadful Enemies,
Great God, arise.
Just Judge, thy sleeping Wrath awake,
And Vengeance take:
Then all shall Thee adore alone.
O King of Kings, ascend thy Throne!
Judge thou my Foes; as I am free,
So judge thou me:
Declare thou my integrity;
For thou dost try
The Heart and Reins; The Just defend;
The Malice of the Wicked end.
God is my Shield; he help imparts
To sincere hearts;
The Good Protects, but menaceth
The Bad with Death;
Nor will, unless they change, relent:
He whets his Sword, his Bow is bent.
Dire Instruments prepared hath
Of deadly Wrath:
And will at those, who persecute,
swift Arrows shoot:
Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd; now great
With Mischief, travel; hatch Deceit.
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Who digg'd a pit, first fell therein,
Caught by his Sin;
On his own head his outrage shall
Like ruins fall.
But I, O thou eternal King,
Will of thy Truth and Justice sing.
Notes
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Cantus.
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Bassus.
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Part 2.