La scala santa, or, A scale of devotions musical and gradual being descants on the fifteen Psalms of Degrees, in metre : with contemplations and collects upon them, in prose, 1670.

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La scala santa, or, A scale of devotions musical and gradual being descants on the fifteen Psalms of Degrees, in metre : with contemplations and collects upon them, in prose, 1670.
Author
Coleraine, Hugh Hare, Baron, 1606?-1667.
Publication
London :: Printed by A. Godbid and J. Playford,
1681.
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Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms CXX-CXXXIV -- Paraphrases, English.
Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms CXX-CXXXIV -- Commentaries.
Psalms (Music)
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For S. Steven's day, or some time of Trial.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉

IN my di—stress and fear, I cry'd unto the Lord; who soon did help, as hear, when I this wish did word;
From Lips, made foul by guile and wrongs, and from false Tongues, Lord save my Soul.
What Praise?* 1.1 what Profit shall The treachérous Tongue bring thee? Poor Soul! 'twill scorch and Gall Thy self, as well as me.
* 1.2'Twill doubly harm, By Fire; and Shot Like Darts made hot From some strong Arm.

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Why then? O why so long Do I protract my Woes? By wand'ring still among War's Friends, and Peace's Foes:
I'm in a Tent Who are on Theft, Of Arabs left, And Murder bent.
At me their Bows are bent, Their Malice doth encrease; They say no good I meant, When I did seek their Peace:
When I speak fair, And straight the Swarm I them all-arm, Their Stings prepare.

Corollarium 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉:

Which may be used, or omitted;

It being another

  • ...Repetition
  • ...Return
  • ...Recollection
of the
  • ...Sence
  • ...Musick
  • ...Psalm.

* 1.3BUT though the Sland'rers sting, Like Lightning, pierc'd and burn'd: The Stones which he did sling, Heav'n in his Face return'd.
Live Coals from Hell, By his bad Tongue, And Javelings flung On his Head fell.
* 1.4Therefore no more will I Be of such Bruits afraid; No more I'll sigh,* 1.5 or cry, Though I'm in Deserts stay'd:
In all my Ways Who dost afford I'll Bless Thee,* 1.6 Lord, Such cause of Praise.

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Though I'm in Deserts stay'd, No more I'll sigh, or cry: Or be of Bruits afraid, No longer now will I.
Such cause of Praise We'll Bless Thee, Lord, Thou dost afford; In all our Ways.
Gloria Patri, &c.
Glory be to our King, Who shall be, was, and is; Loud Hallelujahs sing To God, the God of Peace:
The Lord of Hosts; The Father, Son, The Three in One, And Holy Ghost.
AMEN.

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