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 20, 2024.

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PSALM LXXXIII.

LOrd, sit not still, as deaf unto our cries: For lo! our Enemies in tumults rise. Even those, who thy Omnipotence deny, And hate thy Name, advance their Crests on high: Dark counsels take, and secretly contrive Their slaughter, whom thy Mercy keeps alive. Come, say they, let us with incessant strokes, Hew down this Nation, like a grove of Okes, Till they no longer be; and Israel die Both in his Race, and ruin'd Memory. They all, in one confederacy, have made A solemn League; supply'd with foreign aid. Fierce Idumaeans, who in Nomades stray, And shaggy Ismaelites, that live by prey; Th' incestuous Race, that border on the Lake Of salt Asphalthis: Savage Thieves, who take Their name from servile Hagar; they, who dwell In Gebal; Ammonites, who Peace expell; Stern Palaestines; and wild Amalekites; False Tyrians; Ashur with Lots Sons unites.

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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 faned Earth: Like Zeb, and Orebs Princes; made a prey For Wolves: like Zeba and proud Zamuna: 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.

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