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.

About this Item

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.
Publication
London :: Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey, and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard,
1657.
Rights/Permissions

To the extent possible under law, the Text Creation Partnership has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to this keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above, according to the terms of the CC0 1.0 Public Domain Dedication (http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/). This waiver does not extend to any page images or other supplementary files associated with this work, which may be protected by copyright or other license restrictions. Please go to http://www.textcreationpartnership.org/ for more information.

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.
Link to this Item
http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A93797.0001.001
Cite this Item
"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 June 17, 2024.

Pages

XII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THy mercies Lord, (hence in displeasure fled) On me and my torn Kingdoms I implore; Whose losse we both too justly merited, But ne∣ver can deserve thou shouldst restore. Thou seest the cruelty that Christians use, In the false colours

Page [unnumbered]

〈♫〉〈♫〉 of Religion dy'd. As if the names of Christians they should lose, Unless they one another cru∣cify'd. Since we thy Truth and Charity despis'd, Error and Hatred now their room possess, My God, O pardon those thou hast chastis'd. Our wounds with penitential balme redresse: Make not our sufferings less in thy esteeme, and to our Conscience let our sinns appear, As they i'th'

Page [unnumbered]

〈♫〉〈♫〉 mirror of thy judgements seem, Which to small crimes are never so severe.

Do you have questions about this content? Need to report a problem? Please contact us.