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A27888	A paraphrase upon the Psalms of David by George Sandys ; set to new tunes for private devotion and a thorough-base for voice or instrument by Henry Lawes ; and in this edition carefully revised and corrected from many errors which passed in former impressions by John Playford.	Sandys, George, 1578-1644.; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.; Playford, John, 1623-1686?	1676 (1676)	Wing B2521A; ESTC R11888	83,703	258

I Vices should affect Would not He my Prayers reject But the Lord my Prayers hath heard Which my tongue with tears preferr'd Sour●e of Mercy be Thou blest That hast granted my Request PSALM LXVII LOrd show'r on us thy Grace Inrich with Gifts divine Let thy illustrious Face Upon thy Servants shine That all below The arched Skie May Thee and thy Salvation know Let all thy Praise rehearse With one united Voyce Sing in melodious Verse Eternally rejoyce Thy Power obey Whose Justice shall Dispose of All All Scepters sway Let all extol thy Worth Then shall the smiling Earth Her pleasant fruits bring forth Nor ever mourn in Dearth We who implore Thy Blessings find And all Mankind With fear adore PSALM LXVIII LEt God the God of Battail rise And scatter his proud Enemies O let them flee before his face Like smoak which driving tempests chace As Wax dissolves with scorching Fire So perish in his burning Ire But let the Just with joy abound In joyful Songs his Praise resound Who riding on the rowling Sphears The Name of great Jehovah bears Before his Face your joys express A Father to the fatherless He wipes the tears from Widows eyes The single Plants in Families Inlarging those who late were bound While Rebels starve on thirsty Ground When he our numerous Army led And march'd through Deserts full of dread Heaven melted and Earths Centre shook With his majestick Presence strook When Israels God in Clouds came down High Sinai bow'd his trembling Crown He in th' approach of meager Dearth With show'rs refresht the fainting Earth Where his own Flock in safety fed The Needy unto plenty led By Him we conquer Virgins sing Our Victories and Timbrels sing He Kings with their vast Armies foils While women share their wealthy spoils You who among the Pots have lain In Soot and Smoak shall shine again Bright as the silver-feather'd Dove Whose wings with golden Splendor move When he the Kings had overthrown Our Land like snowy Salmon shone Gods Mountain Bashans Mount transcends Though he his many Heads extends Why boast you so ye meaner Hills God with his Glory Sion fills This his beloved Residence Nor ever will depart from hence His Chariots twenty thousand were Which Myriads of Angels bear He in the midst as when he crown'd High Sinai's sanctified ground Lord Thou thy Self hast rais'd on high Thou captivat'st Captivity Deck'd with the trophees of his Foes The gifts receiv'd on his bestows Reducing those who did rebell That both might in his Sion dwell O praised be the God of gods Who his with daily blessings loads The God of our Salvation On whom our hopes depend alone The Controverse of Life and Death Is arbitrated by his Breath He on their heads his Foes shall wound Their hairy scalps whose sins abound And in their trespasses proceed Thus spake Jehovah Iacobs Seed I will from Bashan bring again And through the bottom of the Main That Dogs may lap their enemies blood And they wade through a crimson Flood We in thy Sanctuary late My God my King beheld thy State The sacred Singers march'd before Who instruments of Musick bore In order followed Every Maid Upon her pleasant Timbrel plaid His Praise in your Assemblies sing You who from Israels Fountain spring Nor little Benjamin alone But Iudah from his Mountain-throne The far removed Zebulun And Naphtali which borders on Old Iordan where his stream dilates Joyn'd all their Powers and Potentates For us his winged Souldiers fought Lord strengthen what thy hand hath wrought He that supports a Diadem To Thee divine Ierusalem Shall in Devotion treasure bring To build the Temple of his King Break through their Pikes the multitude Of Bulls with savage strength indu'd Till they with gifts sweet Peace invite But scatter those whom Wars delight Far off from Sun-burnt Meroë From falling Nilus from the Sea Which beats on the Aegyptian shore Shall Princes come and here adore You Kingdoms through the World renown'd Sing to the Lord his praise resound He who Heavens upper Heaven bestrides And on her aged shoulders rides Whose voice the Clouds asunder rends In Thunder terrible descends O praise his Strength whose Majesty In Israel shines his Power on high He from his Sanctuary throws A trembling horror on his Foes While us his Power and Strength invest O Israel praise the Ever-blest PSALM LXIX LOrd snatch me from the raging Floud Now in deep Eddies almost drown'd That struggle in the yielding mud There where no bottom can be found The rising waves my head surround And with their terrors chill my Bloud Tir'd with complaining hoarse and sore Sight fails my long-expecting Eyes My Hairs are not in number more Than my uninjur'd Enemies The great in wrong against me rise I what I never took restore My God Thou know'st my Innocence Let not the faithful blush for me Traduc'd by slanderous Impudence Nor O! let those that call on Thee Their shame in my Confusion see Since Thou art our profest Defence For Thee I suffer Calumnies To Men become a general scorn Deserted by my near Allies By children of my Mother born Through zeal unto thy Honour worn While thy reproach upon me lies I fasted wept in Sack-cloth mourn'd My anguish in my looks exprest Yet this to my derision turn'd By Drunkards sung at every Feast Even Judges at my sorrow jest My Innocence by slander spurn'd Yet shall my Prayers and Sighs ascend Even in an acceptable hour Thy Mercy gracious Lord extend And save by thy Almighty Power Let not the swallowing mud devour Preserve from such a shameful end Deliver from th' insulting Foe My strugling Feet from sinking keep Let not the Billows overflow Nor Whirl-pits suck into their Deep O pity Thou the Eyes that weep And thy Transcendent Mercy show Hear and redeem without delay Nor in my trouble hide thy Face Lest I become a wretched prey To such as have my Soul in chase My shame indignities disgrace And all their crimes before Thee lay Reproach my bleeding heart hath pierc'd Was ever Sorrow half so great Compassion hath her Eyes averst My Grief no comfort could intreat They gave me bitter Gall to eat And Vinegar to quench my Thirst. O be their board a snare to those Prosperity it self a Bait Their Eyes in clouds of darkness close And let them fall by their own weight Pour on them thy Eternal hate With vengeance multiply their woes In Ruins let their Houses lie None in their silent Tents be found That would whom thou hast smit destroy And wounded Souls with slander wound Let their Iniquities abound Nor ever in thy Mercy joy Their names out of thy Volume blot Nor with the Just inthrone their Daies Though poor to misery begot Yet Thou shalt my dejection raise Then will I celebrate thy Praise My thankful Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Than Bulls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Horns with Garlands

Seas recoil'd in their affright The Clouds in storms of rain descend The Air thy hideous Fragors rend Thy arrows dreadful flames extend Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies Thy fatal Light'ning swiftly flies Earth trembles in her agonies Thy Ways even through the Billows lye The Floods then left their Chanels dry No Mortal can thy steps descry Like Flocks through Wilderness of Sand Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land By Moses and by Aarons hand PSALM LXXVIII MY People hear my Words I will unfold Dark Oracles and Wonders done of old By our great Ancestors both heard and known Successively unto their Children shown Which we will to Posterity relate That People yet unknown may celebrate Gods Power his Praise and glorious Acts since He Will 's this Tradition by Divine Decree Until one Day shall give the World an end That all their hopes might on his Help depend Nor ever let his noble Actions sleep In dark oblivion but his Statutes keep Unlike their rebel Sires a stubborn Race Who fell from God nor sought his slighted Grace The Ephraimites though expert in their Bows Though arm'd ignobly fled before their Foes Who vainly brake the Cov'nant of their God Nor in the ways of his prescription trod Forgot his famous Acts his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o'reflown He brought them through the bowels of the Flood The parted Waves like solid Mountains stood By day with leading Clouds affords a shade By night a flaming Pyramis displaid Hard Rocks He in the thirsty Deserts clave And drink out of their stony Entrails gave Even from their barren sides the waters gusht And down in rivers through the vallies rusht Yet still they sinn'd and meat to satisfie Their Lust demand provoking the most High Blaspheming thus Can God our wants redress A Table furnish in the Wilderness Though from the cloven Rocks fresh Currents drill Can he give Bread with Flesh the hungry fill Thus tempted by their hourly murmurings He to his long retarded Wrath gives wings Their infidelity inrag'd the Just That would not to his sure Protection trust Who all the Curtains of the Skies withdrew And made the clouds resolve into a dew With Manna Food of Angels Mortals fed And fill'd with plenty of caelestial Bread Then caus'd the early Eastern winds to rise And bad the dropping South obscure the Skies Whence show'rs of Quails descend as thick as sand On Sea-wash'd shores or dust on Sun-dry'd Land Which fell among their Tents They their delights Injoy and feast their deadly appetites For lo while they those fatal Dainties chew And their inordinate Desires pursue The Wrath of God surpriz'd them and cut down The choice of all even those of most renown Nor by their own mis-haps admonished Would they his Works believe or Judgments dread So he their spirits quench'd with daily fears In Vanity and Toil consum'd their years But when by Slaughter wasted the forlorn Return'd and sought Him in the early Morn They then confest and said Thou art our Tower Our Strength alone protectest by thy Power Yet their slie Tongues did but their Souls disguise Full of deluding flatteries and lies Their faithless hearts revolted from his Will Nor ever would his just Commands fulfill How oft would He whose Mercy hath no bound Their pardon sign nor in their Sins confound How oft did He his burning wrath asswage How oft divert the fury of his Rage Consider'd them as flesh in frailty born A passing Wind that never can return Yet still would they his sacred Laws transgress Provok'd him in th' unpeopled Wilderness Confin'd the Holy One of Israel Against their Saviour frantickly rebel Forgetful of his Power nor ever thought Of that great day when from long bondage brought His dreadful Miracles to Aegypt known And Wonders in the Field of Zoan shown The River chang'd into a Sea of Blood Men faint for thirst t' avoid th' infected Flood Huge swarms of unknown Flies display their wings Which wound to death with their invenom'd stings Loath'd Frogs even in their Palaces abound And with their filthy slime pollute the ground Their early Fruits the Caterpillers spoil And Grashoppers devour the Plow-mans toil Long Vines with storms their dangling burdens lost The broad-leav'd Sycamores destroy'd with frost Their Flocks beat down with Hail-stones breathless lie Their Cattel by the stroke of Thunder die The Vengeance of his Wrath all forms of woes More Plagues then could be fear'd upon them throws Whom evil Angels to their sins betray He to the Torrent of his Wrath gave way Nor would with man or sinless beasts dispense ●hot by the Arrows of his Pestilence ●ew all the flower of Youth their First-born Sons There where old Nilus in seven chanels runs But like a flock of Sheep his People led Safe and secure through Deserts full of dread Even through unfathom'd Deeps which part and close Their tumbling waves to swallow their proud Foes Then brought them to his consecrated Land Even to his Mountain purchas'd by his Hand Cast out the Giant-like Inhabitants And in their rooms the Tribes of Israel plants Yet they O most ingrateful falsifie Their vows and still exasperate the most High Who in their faithless Fathers traces goe And start aside like a deceitful Bow Their Altars on the tops of Mountains blaze While they their hands to cursed Idols raise These objects fuel to his wrath afford Whose Soul revolted Israel abhor'd The ancient Seat of Shiloh then forsook Nor longer would that hated Mansion brook His Ark even to Captivity declin'd His Strength and Glory to the Foe resign'd And yielded up his People to the Rage Of barbarous swords nor would his wrath asswage Devouring flames their able Youth confound Nor are their Maids with Nuptial Garlands crown'd Their Mitred Priests in heat of Battel fall No Widows weeping at their Funeral Then as a Giant folded in the Charms Of Wine and Sleep starts up and cries To arms So rous'd his Foes behind Jehovah wounds And with Eternal Infamy confounds Yet would in Iosephs Tents no longer dwell Nor Ephraim chose who from his Cov'nant fell But Iudah's Mountain for his Seat elects And sacred Sion which he most affects There our great God his glorious Temple plac'd Firm as the Centre never to be ras'd And from the bleating Flocks his David cho●e When he attended on the yeaning Ews And rais'd him to a Throne that he might feed His people Israel's selected Seed Who fed them faithfully and all the Land Directed with a just and equal hand PSALM LXXIX THe Gentiles waste thy Canaan Lord With Fire and Sword Thy holy Temple they prophane With Slaughter stain Beneath her ruins Salem groans Now nothing but a heap of Stones The dead no Funeral pomp attends Nor weeping friends Their carkases our barbarous Foes To Beasts expose The ravenous Wolves become their tomb Or else the greedy Vultures womb With blood of Saints the Streams grow red Like Watershed Thy People