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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thee, O Lord, will I rejoyce; Thy Name with
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Zealous Praises Crown'd.
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My Foes fell by inglorious flight,
Before thy terrible Aspect:
Thy powerful Hands support my Right;
Thou Judgement justly dost direct.
The Proud are faln, the Heathen fly;
Oblivion shall their names Intomb:
Destruction, O thou Enemy,
Hath now reciev'd a final Doom.
Thou Towns and Cities hast destroy'd;
Their memory with them decayes:
But God for ever shall abide,
And high his Throne of Justice raise.
A righteous Scepter shall extend;
And Judgement distribute to all:
He will oppressed Souls defend,
That in the time of Trouble call.
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Who know thy Name in thee will trust;
Thou never wilt forsake thine Own.
Praise Sions King, O praise the Just,
And make his noble Actions known.
Blood s••apes not his revenging Hand;
He vindicates the Poor mans Cause.
Lord, my insulting Foes withstand,
And draw me from Deaths greedy Jaws;
That I may in the Royal Gate
Of Sions Daughter, raise my Voice;
Thy ample Praises celebrate,
And in thy saving health rejoice.
They (faln into the Pit they made)
Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd.
The Lord his Judgements hath display'd:
The Wicked in their works insnar'd:
The Wicked down to Hell shall sink,
And all that do the Lord disdain.
But God will on the Needy think;
Nor shall the Poor expect in vain.
Lord, let nor Man prevail; arise;
Th' Insulting Heathen judge: O then
Let trembling Fear their heart surprize;
That they may know they are but Men.
Notes
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Cantus.
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Bassus.