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 146
O my King! O thou most High!
Arbiter of Victorie!
Happy men! who spend their Days
In thy Courts; there sing thy Praise!
Happy! who on Thee depend!
Thine their Way, and thou their End.
Who through Baca travelling,
Make that thirsty Vale a Spring;
Or soft Show'rs from Clouds destill,
And their empty Cisterns fill:
Fresh in strength, their course pursue,
Till they thee in Sion view.
Lord of Hosts, incline thine Ear.
O thou God of Iacob hear!
Thou our Rock, extend thy Grace;
Look on thy Anointed's Face.
One Day in thy Courts alone.
Far exceeds a Million.
Let me be contemn'd and poor;
In thy Temple keep a Door:
Then with wicked men possess
All that they call Happiness.
O thou Shield of our Defence!
O thou Sun, whose influence
Sweetly glides into our Hearts!
Thou, who all to thine imparts!
Happy! O thrice happy he,
Who alone depends on Thee!
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As the 29.