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 LX.
CAst off, and scattered in thine Ire:Lord on our woes with pity look.The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook;Whose yawning ruptures Sighs expire.O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent,And make Her firmly permanent!
Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed;And mad'st us drink of deadly Wine:Yet now thy Ensigns giv'st to Thine,Even when beset with trembling dread;That we thy Banner may display,Whil'st Truth to Conquest makes our way
O hear us, who thy Aid implore;Lord, with thy own Right hand defend:To thy Beloved succour send.God by his Sanctity thus swore;
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I Succoths Valley will divide;In Shechems Spoils be magnifi'd.
Mine Gilead is, Manasseh mine;Ephraim my strength, in battel bold;Thou Iudah shalt my Scepter hold:I will triumph on Palastine.Base servitude shall Moab waste;O're Edom I my shooe will cast.
Who will our forward Troops direct,To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd?Or into sandy Edom guide?Lord, wilt not thou, that did'st reject,Nor would'st before our Armies goe,Now lead our Host against the Foe?
O then, when Dangers most affright,Do thou our troubled Souls sustain!For loe! the help of Man is vain.Through Thee we valiantly shall fight:Our flying Foes thou shalt tread down;And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crown.