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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Title: 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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Subject terms: Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms CXX-CXXXIV -- Paraphrases, English.; Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms CXX-CXXXIV -- Commentaries.; Psalms (Music)
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NO, Lord! I do not look too high,
tho to this lof—ty pitch I fly,
to seek thy Throne and Ma—je—sty.

No Earthly Crown do I de—sign,
nor as my Sov'raign's Son to shine;
my sole Am—bi—tion's to be thine.

(Like Bethshemites) I dare not pry
In things for me too Great, too High;
My Heart is humble as mine Eye.

But the proud Foe my Heart mistook,
Whilst I his Frowns did fairly brook,
Without returning one Ill look.

I soon lay quiet, to control
The froward Passions, that did roll
Like Waves, about to move my Soul.

My Soul is hush't; like a wean'd Child,
That from the Mother's sight exil'd,
To any thing's strait reconcil'd:

And surely I my self behave
Like a wise Man, while thus I crave
Like a weak Child, what I would have.

May Isr'el do, as I have done,
(To all things here indiff'rent grown)
Trust always — But in God alone.
May Isr'el do, as we, &c.

Gloria Patri, &c.

Give Glory, Praise, Dominion, To God the Father, with the Son And Spirit, thrice Bless'd Three in One.

Sicut erat in Principio, &c.

Now let us all the Lord adore, Who is the same as heretofore, And shall be King for evermore.

HOSANNA.