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.
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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 LXXXV.
AT length thou hast thy Mercy shown;Drawn from the Babylonian yoke;Our Sins remov'd, which did provokeThy Wrath; even that now overblown.Great God, our ruin'd State restore;And let thy Anger flame no more.
O shall it like a Comet reign!Extending to the yet unborn!Wilt thou not quicken the forlorn;That thine in Thee may joy again!O show'r thy Mercy from above;Preserve, and fix us in thy love!
I will the Voice of God attend,Who to his People speaks of Peace.Such as in Sanctity increase;Nor to their Sins again descend:These soon with Freedom shall be blest,That Glory may our Land invest.
Those Dayes shall consummate our Bliss:Sweet Clemency with Truth shall meet;High Justice gentle Peace shall greet,Saluting with a holy Kiss:For Truth shall from the Earth arise,And Righteousness look from the Skies.
Then shall Jehovah distributeHis Blessings with a liberal Hand:The rich, and ever grateful LandAbundantly produce her fruit.For Justice shall before him go,And her fair steps to Mortals show.