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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Page 102
Lo! for my Soul they lie in wait:
The Mighty joyn their power and hate,
Without my blame or crime.
Without my crime they weapons take;
And persecute my soul. Awake
My God! assist in time.
Great God of Hosts, of Israel,
These all-oppressing Tyrants quest;
Nor be to Mercy won:
At night their mischief they begin;
Incenst like snarling Dogs they grin,
And through the City run.
Behold! they vomit bitter words;
Between their lips they brandish swords;
Yet say; Can these be known?
But, Lord, thou shalt their threats deride;
The empty terrour of their pride
And Malice, vainly shown.
I and my strength are in thy Power.
In thee I trust, my Shield! my Tower!
Thy Mercy, Lord, how great!
My Foes subjectest to my will:
Subdue, and scatter; but not kill,
Lest we thy Truth forget.
O be they in their Pride surpris'd!
Even for the Lies they have devis'd,
Their curses, and close Arts.
Consume them, from the Land expel:
To shew, God reigns in Israel,
To Earths remotest parts.
Page 103
Hopeless let them return with Night,
Like grinning Dogs bark, but not bite;
About the City rome:
Pale, meager, and half famished;
Like vagabonds howl they for bread;
Without or food, or home.
But I, before the Day-star spring,
Will of thy Power and Mercy sing;
My safety in distress.
Thou art my Rock, my strong Defence;
My living Verse thy Excellence
And Bounty shall express.
Notes
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As the 34▪
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Part 2.