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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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 26, 2024.
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ODE III. Vpon his Majesties going to the house of Commons.
LOrd thou in Heav'n and in my heartMy witnesse art,If to oppresse the InnocentI ever meant,Then let the Foe my life confound,And tread my Honours to the ground.
The mists which cozen humane sightShrink from thy light;The Heart and Reins thy searching eiesAnatomize;Truth wrapt in darknesse, lost in doubt,To day restoring; O shine out.
Nor guilty in the ills I bearLet me appear;Though innocence from their successMy foes profess,Yet pardon what amiss they do,Ev'n in this World unpunish'd too.
From ills that rage, or seem to sleep,Thy servant keep:As to this crime my hands are white;My heart upright.
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Plead thou my cause, just Iudge defend me,And joy in thy salvation send me.
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