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.
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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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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 27, 2024.
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ODE VIII. Vpon his Majesties repulse at Hull, and the Fates of the Hothams.
WHO vengeance on my wrongs hast showne,And by my Foes, my Foes ore thrown:Let not his fall inviteMy Soul by close delight;To make thy just revenge her own.
Thou hast reverted on his headThe mischiefs he for others spread,Unwish'd, unask'd by me:That all the Earth may see;Thou did'st my Cause in judgement plead.
I will not, dare not imprecateThe like on all that bear me hate.No: to their Souls dispencePardon and Penitence,Charg'd wth no due afflictions weight.
Deprive me not of Theams so fitFor Mercy: but their sinns remit
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Whose bold Demerit climbs,Next those ungratefull Crimes,Of which thou Me art pleas'd t'acquit.
Their Sinns be to their Conscience prest,In Sorrow not in Iudgement drest;The Thunder that was thrownSo dreadfully at one,Be a just terror to the rest.
Fear with repentant Knowledge joyn,Of their malitious black Designe:That to thy mercies they,Finding the spacious way;May thy devouring Wrath decline.
Lord, send thy Truth and Mercy down,In them set fast thy servants Throne,Let Peace and Iustice meet,With mutuall Kisses greet,And prop my never fading Crown.
Be to our pray'r for Foes intent;Whom (when thy foes) thou didst preventWith offer'd Clemency,Sending thy Son to dyeFor them who on his Death were bent.
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