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.
Publication
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 20, 2024.
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PSALM XLIII.
MY God, thy Servant vindicate:O plead my Cause against their hate,Who seek my utter spoil!Deliver from the Merciless,Who with bold Injuries oppress,And prosper in their guile.
For of my Strength thou art the Lord.Why like to one by thee abhorr'dDost thou my Soul expose!Why wander I in black araid!My body worn, my mind dismaid!Pursu'd by cruel Foes!
Thy Favour and thy Truth extend;Let them into my Soul descend,Conducted by their light;Conducted to thy holy Hill,And House blest with thy Presence still;There to injoy thy sight.
Then will I to thy Altar bringAn acceptable offering,That dost such Joys afford:There on a tuneful Instrument,With Songs that joyn in sweet consent,Thy sacred praise record.
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My Soul, why art thou so deprest!Why O thus 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.