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.

PSALM LXXXI.

TO God our Strength your voices raise: In sacred numbers sing his praise. The warbling Lute, sweet Viol bring, And solemn Harp: loud Timbrels ring. The new Moon seen, shrill Trumpets sound; Your sacred Feasts with Triumph crown'd. These Rites our God established, When Israel He from Aegypt led: Their necks with Yokes of bondage wrung; Inured to an unknown tongue. Your burdens I have cast away, Said he, and cleans'd your hands from clay: Then sav'd, when in your fears you cry'd; And from the thundring Cloud reply'd. I try'd you; heard your murmurings, At Meribah's admired Springs. You Sons of Israel, give ear; I will instruct you, would you hear. Beware; no foreign gods adore; Nor their adulterate Powers implore.

I Thee alone brought from the Land Of Bondage, with a mighty Hand.

I know, and will supply thy need; When naked, cloath; when hungry, feed. Yet would not they my Counsel brook; But desperately their God forsook: Whom I unto their lusts resign'd, And errors of their wandring Mind. O that they had my voice obey'd, Nor from the paths of Virtue straid! Then Victory their brows had crown'd: Their slaughter'd Foes had spread the ground: Then had I made their enemy Submit, and at their mercy lye: Themselves blest with eternal Peace; Inriched with the Earths increase: With flour of Wheat, and Honey fill'd, From breaches of the Rock distill'd.

Notes

• As the 8.
• Part 2.