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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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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〈♫〉〈♫〉HAd not the Lord been on our side, now may the wrastling Is╌rael say, when E╌sau did his Troops pro∣vide; our Flocks had been the Ly╌ons prey.
Had not the Lord been on our side,When Men against us rose (like Waves);The Surges of their Rage, and Pride,Had snatcht us quick into our Graves.
Like Whales upon Amittay's Son,Death's Jaws on us they open'd wide:Dathan's strange End, how could we shun?Had not the Lord been on our side.
When Seas of Rage swell'd to that height,As on our Souls to whelm their Tyde;Those Torrents had destroy'd us quite,Had not the Lord been on our side!
Then had the Streams our strength o're-pow'r'd,But we through Floods, through Foes did wade:And were not, as a Prey, devour'd;Nor of their cursed Teeth afraid.
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Blessed be God! our Life's got freeFrom all the Toyls, their Mischief set:As Birds out of a Snare, so we'Scape strangely through the Fowler's Net.
Hell Snares are broke, our Souls are freed,For on God's help our Hearts are stay'd:God's Word speaks Heav'n, and Earth his Deed;His Hands preserve the Works they made.
God keep us all, as all he made;From him the Heavens and Earth proceed:Upon his Truth our Trust is stay'd;Hell's Snares are broke, and we are freed.
Gloria Patri, &c.
Glory be to the Father, Son,And Holy-Ghost, whom we adoreIn Persons three, in Essence one,Who was, is, shall be evermore.