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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Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English.
Tune-books.
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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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PSALM LVI.
O Lord, protect me by thy Power,From such as would my Life devour;Who mercilessStrive to oppress;Nor grant me Truce one hour.
That would devour me every Day,And make my chased Life their prey:Yet, Lord, will IOn thee relie;When Dangers most dismay.
Thy Promise I will celebrate;In constant hope thy Pleasure wait;With patience bearThy Stay; nor fearFrail man, or his vain hate.
My words and deeds they daily wrest,And in their thoughts my fall digest;Unite in ill,And lurk to kill:My Feet can find no rest.
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O shall they with impunity▪Escape, and thus their sins enjoy!Let Death thy rageAlone asswage;Them in their guilt destroy.
My Wand'rings thou hast numbered;Even every Tear mine Eyes have shedThy Vial holds:All in the FoldsOf thy large Volume read.
Assur'd, that when on God I call,My Foes shall by his Fury fall.His Promise IWill magnifie;His Truth divulge to All.
To him my ready Vows will pay;My Vows of Thanks, both night and day:In whom I trust:Nor shall th' UnjustMy stedfast Hopes dismay.
For he hath snatch'd me from the NightOf Death, and kept my foot upright:That I may stillObserve his Will,And see the cheerful Light.