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 LXXVII.

TO God I cry'd; He heard my cries: Again, when plung'd in miseries, Renew'd with raised hands and eyes.
My festred wounds ran all the Night; No comfort could my Soul invite To relish long out-worn delight.
I call'd upon the Ever-blest: And yet my troubles still increast; Almost to Death by sorrow prest.
Thou keep'st my galled eyes awake: Words fail my grief; sighs only spake, Which from my panting bosome brake.
Then did my Memory unfold The wonders, which thou wrought'st of old, By our admiring Fathers told.
The Songs, which in the Night I sung; When deeply by affliction stung: These thoughts thus mov'd my desperate tongue;
Wilt thou for ever, Lord, forsake! Nor pity on th' afflicted take! O shall thy mercy never wake!
Wilt thou thy promise falsifie! Must I in thy displeasure die! Shall Grace before thy Fury flie!

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This said; I thus my Passions checkt: His changes on their ends reflect, To punish and restore th' Elect.
His great Deliverance shall dwell In my Remembrance; I will tell What in our Fathers days befell.
His counsels from our reach are set; Hid in his sacred Cabinet. What God like ours! so Good! so Great!
Who wonders can effect alone; His Peoples great Redemption; To Iacob's Seed, and Ioseph's known.
The yielding Floods confess thy Might; The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight; And Seas recoil'd in their affright.
The Clouds in storms of rain descend; The Air thy hideous Fragors rend; Thy arrows dreadful flames extend.
Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies; Thy fatal Light'ning swiftly flies; Earth trembles in her agonies.
Thy Ways even through the Billows lye: The Floods then left their Chanels dry; No Mortal can thy steps descry.
Like Flocks through Wilderness of Sand, Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land; By Moses and by Aarons hand.

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