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.
Pages
Page 86
Upon the North-side bordering,
The City of the Mighty King.
God dwells within her lofty Towers;
Secur'd from all assailing Powers.
Conspiring Kings her ruin sought;
Who armed Troops before her brought.
At once they saw, admir'd, and fled;
Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread.
Such fear, such pangs possest our foes,
As women suffer in their Throws.
At thy command black Eurus rores,
And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores.
We, what we heard our Fathers tell,
Have seen, who in this City dwell;
The City of our God, which Hee
Shall ever from destruction free.
Thy Favours, Lord, with Thankfulness
We in thy Temple still profess.
As is thy Name, thou God of Might,
So are thy Praises infinite;
And stretch to Earths remotest Bound:
Thy Hand for Justice far renown'd.
O Sion, Iudah's Diadem,
You Daughters of Ierusalem,
Unite your Joys, and glory in
His Judgement, which your eyes have seen.
Go walk the Round of Sion; tell
Her Towers; observe her Bulwarks well:
On her fair Buildings cast thine eye;
Declare it to Posteritie.
For God will still our God remain,
And us unto our Last sustain.
Notes
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As the 8.
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Part 2.