ODE II. Vpon the Earl of Strafford's death.
Thou whose mercies know no bound,
Pardon my compliant sin.
Death in me the guiltless found,
Who his Refuge should have bin.
Psalterium Carolinum. The devotions of His sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, rendred in verse. / Set to musick for 3 voices and an organ, or theorbo, by John Wilson Dr. and music professor of Oxford.
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- Title
- Psalterium Carolinum. The devotions of His sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, rendred in verse. / Set to musick for 3 voices and an organ, or theorbo, by John Wilson Dr. and music professor of Oxford.
- Author
- Wilson, John, 1595-1674.
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- London :: Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey, and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard,
- 1657.
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- Subject terms
- Charles -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
- Charles -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Musical settings -- Early works to 1800.
- Songs, English -- 17th century.
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"Psalterium Carolinum. The devotions of His sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, rendred in verse. / Set to musick for 3 voices and an organ, or theorbo, by John Wilson Dr. and music professor of Oxford." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A93797.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 19, 2024.
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To her self and thee my Soul,
Her transgression open laies;
Cleanse me from a guilt so foul,
And thy mercies I shall praise.
With the crime, my heart withstood,
Did my differing hand comply;
Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood,
Snow my whitenesse shall outvy.
Justice let me learn of thine,
Who for death unjustly given;
Future dangers to decline,
Into greater now am driven.
Nor by partiall judgements sway'd
Let me with thy will dispence.
Once (too oft) I was betray'd
Man to appease and thee incense.
Nor brib'd by Interest let me,
My misguided heart withdraw
From my conscience and from thee:
Thou my Iudge, and that my Law.
To thy joy my Soul unite,
And my ready will submit
To thy spirits saving light,
Truth my heart and actions knit.
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Lord to the interceding Voice,
Of my Saviours blood encline.
O make me and mine rejoyce,
And the broken bones rejoyn.