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 20, 2024.
Pages
Page 145
Let them like Midian fall, by mutual wounds;
Like Siscra; fall like Iabin, on the bounds
Of Endor, where swift Kison takes his birth;
Who lay like Dung upon the fa••ned Earth:
Like Zeb, and Orebs Princes; made a prey
For Wolves: like Zeba and proud Za••muna:
Who said, let us these Israelites destroy,
And all the Cities of their God enjoy.
O let them, like a wheel be hurried round;
Like chaff, which whirlwinds ravish from the ground;
As Woods grown dry with age, imbrac'd with fire,
Whose flames above the singed Hills aspire:
So in the Tempest of thy Wrath pursue;
And with thy Storms thy trembling Foes subdue.
O fill their hearts with grief; their looks with shame;
Till they invoke thy late blasphemed Name.
Confound them with eternal Infamie;
That they, through anguish of their Souls, may die.
That men Jehovah's Wonders may rehearse;
The great Commander of this Universe.
Notes
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As the 1.
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Part 2.