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.

PSALM XLII.

LOrd! as the Hart, imbost with heat, Braies after the cool Rivulet: So sighs my Soul for thee. My Soul thirsts for the living God: When shall I enter his Abode, And there his Beauty see!

Tears are my Food both Night and Day; While, Where's thy God; they daily say. My Soul in plaints I shed; When I remember, how in throngs We fill'd thy House with Praise and Songs; How I their Dances led.

My Soul, why art thou so deprest! Why O thus troubled in my breast!

With Grief so overthrown! With constant Hope on God await: ••yet his Name shall celebrate, For Mercy timely shown.

My fainting Heart within me pants: My God, consider my Complaints; My Songs shall praise thee still: Even from the Vale where Iordan flows; Where Hermon his high Fore-head shows, From Mitsars humble Hill.

Deeps unto Deeps inraged call, When thy dark Spouts of waters fall, And dreadful Tempest raves: For all thy Floods upon me burst, And billows after billows thrust To swallow in their Graves.

But yet by Day the Lord will charge His ready Mercy to inlarge My Soul, surpris'd with cares: He gives my Songs their Argument; God of my life, I will present By night to thee my prayers.

And say; My God, my Rock, O why Am I forgot, and mourning die, By Foes reduc'd to Dust! Their words like weapons pierce my bones; While still they Eccho to my Groans, Where is the Lord thy Trust?

My Soul, why art thou so deprest! O why so troubled in my breast!

Sunk underneath thy Load! With constant Hope on God await: For I his Name shall celebrate; My Saviour, and my God.

Notes

• As the 34.
• Part 2.