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A49748	Choice Psalmes put into musick, for three voices the most of which may properly enough be sung by any three, with a thorough base / compos'd by Henry and William Lawes, brothers and servants to His Majestie ; with divers elegies, set in musick by sev'rall friends, upon the death of William Lawes ; and at the end of the thorough base are added nine canons of three and foure voices, made by William Lawes.	Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.; Lawes, William, 1602-1645.	1648 (1648)	Wing L640; ESTC R1536	18,614	151

sing his praise to Musick joyne the warbling voice let all rejoyce let all rejoyce let all rejoyce with joy divine let all rejoyce rejoyce with joy divine IX William Lawes PRaise the Lord enthron'd on high praise him in his sanctity praise him for his mighty deeds praise him who in pow'r exceeds praise with Trumpet pierce the skies praise him with Harps and Psalteries praise with Timbrels Organs Flutes praise on Violins and Lutes with silver Cimbals silver Cimbals sing praise on those which loudly ring Angels all of humane birth praise the Lord of heav'n and earth praise c. of heav'n and earth Singing Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah X. William Lawes MY God O why hast thou forsook why O so far withdrawn thine aide nor when I roared pitie took My God by day to thee I pray'd and when nights curtains were display'd yet wouldst not thou vouchsafe a look yet thou art holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy praise resound the Israelites c. our fathers did on thee relye their faith with wreaths of conquest crown'd they sought thee and deliv'rance found XI William Lawes MY God my rock regard my cry lest I unheard like those that dye in shades of dark oblivion lye to my ascending griefe to my ascending griefe give eare when I my hands devoutly reare before thy mercy-s eat with feare He heares his Name be magnifi'd O thou that art to thine a tow'r my songs shall celebrate thy pow'r my songs shall celebrate thy pow'r XII William Lawes THey who the Lord their fortresse make shall like the tow'rs of Sion rise which dreadfull earthquakes never shake nor all the raging the raging tumults of the skies nor all c. Lo as the hils of Salima divine Jerusalem inclose so shall his Angels in the day of danger shield and save them from their foes save them from their foes XIII William Lawes BEhold behold how good and joyfull a thing it is Brethren to dwell together in unity Brethren c. 't is like the precious ointment upon the head that ran down unto the beard ev'n unto Aarons beard and went down and went down to the skirts of his clothing like as the dew of Hermon which fell upon the Hill of Sion upon the Hill of Sion For the Lord promised there his blessing for the Lord promised there his blessing for the Lord c. and life for evermore and life for evermore XIV William Lawes O Sing unto the Lord a new song O sing unto the Lord a new song let the congregation of Saints praise him let Isâ•Œrael rejoyce in him that made him and let the children of Sion be joyfull in their King Let them praise his Name in the dance let the praises of God be in their mouthes and a two-edged sword in their hands and a two-edged sword in their hands to be avenged on the Heathen and to rebuke the people to bind their Kings in chaines to bind their Kings in chaines and their Nobles in links of ir'n that they may be avenged of them Such honour have all his Saints such c. such honour c. such c. Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Hallelluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah Halleluiah XV. William Lawes I Am weary of my groaning I am c. my beauty is gone for very trouble and worne away because of mine enemies O save me for in death who remembreth thee Or who will give thee thanks in the pit or who will give thee thanks or who will give thee thanks in the pit in the pit XVI William Lawes IN the substraction of my yeares I said with teares Ah! now I to the shades below must naked goe cut off by death before my time and like a flower cropt in my prime and like a flower cropt in my prime in my prime XVII William Lawes HOw long wilt thou forget me O Lord for ever How long wilt thou hide thy face thy face from mee How long shall mine enemies triumph over me over me Consider and heare me O Lord Lighten mine eyes that I sleep not in death that I sleep not in death lighten mine eyes c. that I sleep not in death XVIII William Lawes LOrd thy deserved wrath asswage nor punish in thy burning ire let mercy mitigate thy rage before my fainting soule expire O heale my bones with anguish ake my pensive heart my pensive heart with sorrow worn How long wilt thou my soul forsake O pity O pity O pity and at length returne XIX William Lawes THou Mover of the rowling spheres I through the glasses of my teares to thee mine eyes erect as servants mark their masters hands as maids their mistresses commands and liberty expect so we deprest by enemies and growing troubles fix our eyes on God who sits on high till he in mercy shall descend till he in mercy shall descend till he c. to give our miâ•Œseries an end to give our miseries an end XX. William Lawes TO thee I cry Lord heare my cries O come with speed unto mine aide Let my sad pray'rs before thee rise like incense on the Altar laid or as when I with hands display'd present my ev'ning sacrifice XXI William Lawes THou that art enthron'd above thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent is 't with tongue and hearts consent thankfull hearts and joyfull tongues to renowne to renowne thy Name in songs when the morning paints the skies when the sparkling stars arise thy high favours to reherse thy firme faith in gratefull verse Take the Lute and Violin let the solemne Harp begin Instruments tun'd with ten strings while the silver Cimball rings from thy works my joy proceeds while I triumph while c. while c. triumph in thy deeds Who thy wonders can expresse all thy thoughts are fathomlesse all thy thoughts are fathomlesse hid from men in knowledge blind hid from fooles to vice inclin'd who that tyrant Sin oâ•Œbey though they spring like flowr's in May parcht with heat and nipt with frost soon shall fade soon c. soon shall fade for ever lost XXII William Lawes COme sing the great Jehovah's praise whose mercies have proâ•Œlong'd prolong'd our dayes sing with a loud and cheerfull voice with bending knees and raised eyes your God adore in sacred hymnes in sacred hymnes rejoyce XXIII William Lawes TO thee O God my God I pray'd before the dawning of the day my soule and wasting flesh with thirsty ardour thee desire in scorched soile with Aetheriall fire whose drought no showr's whose drought no showr's refresh XXIV William Lawes TO the God whom we adore sing a song unsung before his imâ•Œmortall praise reherse where his holy Saints converse Israel O thou his choice in thy Makers Name rejoyce Israel c. XXV William Lawes YEe Nations of the earth our great Preserver praise all ye of humane birth to heav'n his glory raise whose mercy hath

CHOICE PSALMES PUT INTO MUSICK For Three Voices The most of which may properly enough be sung by any three with a Thorough Base COMPOS'D by Henry and William Lawes Brothers and Servants to His Majestie With divers Elegies set in Musick by sev'rall Friends upon the death of WILLIAM LAWES And at the end of the Thorough Base are added nine Canons of Three and Foure Voices made by William Lawes LONDON Printed by James Young for Humphrey Moseley at the Prince's Armes in S. Pauls Church-yard and for Richard Wodenothe at the Star under S. Peters Church in Corn-hill 1648. Carolus D G Rex Ang Sco Fran et Hiber Regi Regis c. Regum Ar╌ca╌na cano Henricus Lawes Regiae Majestatis à sacra Musica TO HIS Most Sacred Majestie CHARLES BY THE GRACE OF GOD King of great Brittaine France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. I Could not answer mine owne Conscience most Gracious Soveraigne should I dedicate these Compositions to any but Your Majestie they were born and nourish'd in Your Majesties service and long since design'd such as they are an Offering to Your Royall hand Many of them were compos'd by my Brother William Lawes whose life and endeavours were devoted to Your service whereof I who knew his heart am a surviving witnesse and therein he persisted to that last minute when he fell a willing Sacrifice for Your Majestie I were unworthy such a Brother should I tender ought that is his or mine to any but our Gracious Master from whose Royall Bounty both of us receiv'd all we injoy'd and such an Inscription would not only seem a Theft and Alienation of what is Your Majesties but which I most abhorre would make me taste of these ungratefull dayes Your Majestie knowes when the Regall Prophet first penn'd these Psalmes he gave them to the Musitians to be set to tunes and they humbly brought them to David the King Besides Mr. Sandys inscribes his Translation to Your Sacred Majestie so that this I offer is Your Majesties in all capacities and doth not so properly come as rebound back to Your Majestie I was easily drawn to this presumption by Your Majesties known particular affection to David's Psalmes both because the Psalter is held by all Divines one of the most excellent parts of holy Scripture as also in regard much of Your Majesties present condition is lively described by King David's pen. The King of Heaven and Earth restore Your Majestie according to Your own righteous heart which is the daily earnest prayer of Your Majesties most humble most loyally devoted Subject and Servant HENRY LAWES To the READER THese following Compositions of mine and my Brothers set at severall times and upon severall Occasions having been often heard and well approv'd of chiefly by such as desire to joyne Musick with Devotion I have been much importuned to send to the Presse and should not easily have been perswaded to it now especially in these dissonant times but to doe a Right or at least to shew my Love to the Memory of my Brother unfortunately lost in these unnaturall Warres yet lyes in the Bed of Honour and expir'd in the Service and Defence of the King his Master Living he was generally known and for his Parts much honoured by Persons of best quality and condition To give a further Character of him I shall forbeare because of my neer relation and rather referre that to those Elegies which many of his noble Friends have written in a peculiar Book But as to what he hath done in Musick I shall desire the present and the future Age that so much of his Works as are here published may be received as the least part of what he hath compos'd and but a small Testimony of his greater Compositions too voluminous for the Presse which I the rather now mention lest being as they are disperst into private hands they may chance be hereafter lost for besides his Fancies of the Three Foure Five and Six Parts to the Viols and Organ he hath made above thirty severall sorts of Musick for Voices and Instruments Neither was there any Instrument then in use but he compos'd to it so aptly as if he had only studied that As for that which is my part in this Composition I had not thought at all though much urg'd to publish but that as they had their birth at the same time with his and are of the same kinde so they might enter both into the light together and accompany one another being so neere allied Mine taking precedence of order only not of worth I may be thought too partiall in what I have spoke of a Brother but here are following many of our Friends and Fellowes whose excellency in Musick is very well knowne who doe better speak for him while they mourne his Obsequies yet I oblig'd before all other cannot but bewaile his losse and shall celebrate his memory to my last houre Henry Lawes To the Incomparable Brothers Mr. Henry and Mr. William Lawes Servants to His Majestie upon the setting of these Psalmes THe various Musick both for Aire and Art These Arch-Musicians in their sev'rall waies Compos'd and Acted merit higher praise Then wonder-wanting knowledge can impart Brothers in blood in Science and Affection Belov'd by those that envie their Renowne In a False Time true Servants to the Crowne Lawes of themselves needing no more direction The depth of Musique one of them did sound The t'other took his flight into the aire O then thrice happy and industrious paire That both the depth and height of Musique found Which my sweet Friend the life of Lovers pens In so milde manner hath attain'd to do He looks the better and his hearers too So in exchange all Ladies are his friends And when our Meditations are too meane To keep their raptures longer on the wing They soar'd up to that Prophet and that King Whose Love is God and Heav'n his glorious Scene Setting his Psalmes whereby both they and we May singing rise to immortalitie A. Tounshend To his Friend Mr. Henry Lawes upon his Compositions TO chaine wilde Winds calme raging Seas recall From profound Hell and raise to Heav'n are all Of Harmony no fables but true story Man has within a storme a paine a glory And these in me struck by that art divine Submit to Musique above all to thine J. Harington To my Friend Mr. Henry Lawes HArry whose tunefull and well measur'd song First taught our English Music how to span Words with just note and accent not to scan With Midas eares committing short and long Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng With praise enough for Envie to look wan To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth Aire couldst humour best our tongue Thou honour'st Verse and Verse must lend her wing To honour thee the Priest of Phoebus Quire That tun'st their happiest Lines in hymne or story Dantè shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Then

downe thine eyes and not an earth-quake straight arise John Taylor An Elegie on the death of his Friend and Fellow-servant Mr. William Lawes Bassus DEare Will is dead deare Will is dead Will Lawes whose active braine gave life to many sweet to c. to c. harmonious straine whose boundlesse skill made Musick speak such sense as if 't had sprung from an intelligence as if 't had c. as if 't had c. In 's just proportioned songs in 's just proâ•Œportioâ•Œned songs might you find his soule convers'd with heav'n his c. with heav'n heaven with his mind and in such language that Rhet'rick never knew for his were Rhetorick and sweet Musick too and sweet Musique too Like that which brought from the Imâ•Œperiall skie Angels to men Angels to men from men made Divels flie made Divels flie But oh he 's dead he 's dead but c. he 's dead To heav'n is he gone is he gone the life of Musick laus laus of our Nation By John Cob Organist of his Majesties Chappell Royall To the memory of his Friend Mr. William Lawes BRave Spirit art thou fled and shall not wee since thou so soon art dead shed teares for thee O let our eyes like Limbeks be still dropping dropping teares for thee By Captain Edmond Foster An Elegie on the death of his deare fraternall Friend and Fellow Mr. William Lawes servant to his Majesty LAment and mourne he 's dead and gone lament c. that was the most Admired one renowned Lawes Generall of the Forces all in Europe that were musicall Have we not cause to weep and mourne when as the children yet unborn may make us sad to think that neither girle nor boy shall ever live for to enjoy such Lawes such Lawes as once they had By Simon Ive An Elegiack Dialogue on the sad losse of his much esteemed Friend Mr. William Lawes servant to his Majesty Of 3. Voc. Bassus NOt well O no Draw you black cloud and see the soule of mine and all our harmony drencht deep in bloud and unstain'd loyalty my deare Medora lyes Hard hap to say Time was 't was he but now he 's ever ever lost to time and mee A fatall breath of honour challeng'd death with death Vertue to have a loyall fame a royall grave O now all poure good Will good Will and Lawes is gone and I forlome am come to poure my balme into his wounds and showre these liquid streames untill I be deare Ghost chang'd to a ghost like thee Indeed my springs are dry With thy warme dew bathe his breast for he is cold cold as death cold as death and laid to rest Then joyne our woes and let our joyes dissever wee 'l sing in griefe sing in griefe and drop drop drop drop our teares and drop our teares together The Muses all doe mutually assent in this sad Dirge t' erect his Monument Chorus of 3. Harmonious soules now let your verse with love and honour crown his Herse all your spicie odours lend to the ashes of a friend Bathe him in a crystall floud till you wash away the bloud till you wash away the bloud till c. Gently wind him and then bring fresh Bayes and Laurell from the Spring Time will fade them make them dye All other Trophies now lay by no triumph to eternity no triumph no triumph to eternity John Jinkins An Elegie on his Friend Mr. William Lawes Of 3. Voc. Bassus BOund by the neare conâ•Œjunction of our soules thus I condole thee thus beâ•Œdew thy Herse and whilst my throbbing heart thy Exit towles towles towles accept this sacrifice of weeping verse What eyes can drily stubborne be when Lawes resteth at such a long continued pause Let teares let teares like pendents garnish ev'ry note wav'd too and fro with gales of mournfull sighes and let the widow'd Muses joyntly vote to celebrate with griefe thy Obsequies for with thee vanish't all their airie pride muffled in clay muffled c. that erst was stellifi'd Since then i' th center sleeps true harmony let him that 's greedy of that sacred gaine that sacred gaine close to his mother earth his eare apply there wait to heare some sad melodious straine Within this womb hath pale impartiall death too soon too soon confin'd the Quintessence of breath John Hilton Of 3. Voc. Bassus I. William Lawes LOrd as the Hart imbost with heat brayes after the coole Rivolet so sighes my soule for thee my soule thirsts for the living God when shall I enter his abode and there his beauties see Teares are my food both night and day whiles where 's thy God they daily say My soule in plaints I shed when I remember how in throngs we fill'd thy house with praise with praise and songs II. William Lawes LEt God the God of Battell rise and scatter his proud enemies O let them flie before his face like smoak which driving tempests chase as wax dissolves with scorching fire so perish in his burning ire III. William Lawes OUt of the horrour of the Deep where feare and sorrow never sleep to thee my cries in sighes arise Lord from despaire thy servant keep O lend a gracious eare O lend a gracious eare and my petitions heare IV. William Lawes OFt from my early youth have they afflicted me may Israel say oft from my early youth assail'd as oft have their endeavours fail'd As plough-shares teare the patient ground as plough-shares c. The ever Just hath broke their bands and sav'd me from their cruell hands V. William Lawes HOw like a widow Ah! how desolate this City sits thrown from the pride of state How is this potent Queen who lawes to all the neighb'ring Nations gave become a thrall become a thrall who nightly teares from her salt fountains sheds which fall upon her cheeks in liquid beds Of all her lovers none regard her woes and her perfidious friends increase her foes VI. William Lawes JUdah in exâ•Œile wanders Ah subdu'd by vast afflictions ah subdu'd and base servitude among the Heathen finds no rest Ah! see how Siâ•Œon mourns how Sion mourns her gates and wayes lye unfrequented on her solemne on her solemn dayes Her Virgins weep her Virgins weep her Priests lament her Priests lament her Priests lament and all her sweets convert to gall and all c. VII William Lawes HOw hath Jehovah's wrath O Sion spread a vaile of clouds about thy daughters head From heav'n to earth thy beauty Israel is thrown nor in his fierce displeasure spar'd his owne nor in his fierce displeasure spar'd his owne yet Lord thou eâ•Œver liv'st thy Throne shall last when Fun'rall flames the world to cinders waste VIII William Lawes SIng to the King of kings sing in unusuall layes that hath wrought wondrous things his conquests crowne with praise whose arme alone and sacred hands their impious bands have overthrowne their impious c. Let all that dwell on earth their high affections raise with universall mirth and loudly

whose excellency in Musick is very well knowne who doe better speak for him while they mourne his Obsequies yet I oblig'd before all other cannot but bewaile his losse and shall celebrate his memory to my last houre Henry Lawes To the Incomparable Brothers Mr. Henry and Mr. William Lawes Servants to His Majestie upon the setting of these Psalmes THe various Musick both for Aire and Art These Arch-Musicians in their sev'rall waies Compos'd and Acted merit higher praise Then wonder-wanting knowledge can impart Brothers in blood in Science and Affection Belov'd by those that envie their Renowne In a False Time true Servants to the Crowne Lawes of themselves needing no more direction The depth of Musique one of them did found The t'other took his flight into the aire O then thrice happy and industrious paire That both the depth and height of Musique found Which my sweet Friend the life of Lovers pens In so milde manner hath attain'd to do He looks the better and his hearers too So in exchange all Ladies are his friends And when our Meditations are too meane To keep their raptures longer on the wing They soar'd up to that Prophet and that King Whose Love is God and Heav'n his glorious Scene Setting his Psalmes whereby both they and we May singing rise to immortalitie A. Tounshend To his Friend Mr. Henry Lawes upon his Compositions TO chaine wilde Winds calme raging Seas recall From profound Hell and raise to Heav'n are all Of Harmony no fables but true story Man has within a storme a paine a glory And these in me struck by that art divine Submit to Musique above all to thine J. Harington To my Friend Mr. Henry Lawes HArry whose tunefull and well measur'd song First taught our English Music how to span Words with just note and accent not to scan With Midas eares committing short and long Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng With praise enough for Envie to look wan To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth Aire couldst humour best our tongue Thou honour'st Verse and Verse must lend her wing To honour thee the Priest of Phoebus Quire That tun'st their happiest Lines in hymne or story Dantè shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Then his Casella whom he woo'd to sing Met in the milder shades of Purgatory J. Milton To my worthy Friend and Countriman Mr. Henry Lawes upon his owne and his Brother Mr. William Lawes's incomparable Works WHere shall I place my wonder when I see Such right in both to 't such equalitie Of worth in either that it cann't be knowne Which does the greatest and the highest owne So when two Tapers mixe their beames we say Not this more lustre has or that more ray But each has title to the light and they Make up one common undistinguish'd day Or as when th' Flamen divers incense fires The perfume severs not but in one aspires So that from this Spice or that piece of Gum We cannot say such or such odours come But mounting in a generall unknowne cloud The wonder of the breath 's to each allow'd So here such equall worth from each does flow That to each light to each we incense owe. 'T was no necessitie yet this Union made As when a weaker light does droop and fade Unlesse assisted by another No Each singly could full beames and odours throw No wanton ruder aires affright your eare Th' are pious only and chaste numbers here Such was that lovely Poean when the displeas'd Incensed God th' Achaick Host appeas'd Becoming or the Temple or the Shrine Fit to the words they speak like them divine Such numbers does the soule consist of where she Meeting a glance of her owne harmonie Moves to those sounds she heares and goes along With the whole sense and passion of the song So to an equall height two strings being wound This trembles with the others stroke and th' sound Which stirr'd this first the other does awake And the same harmonie they both partake Nor doe they only with the soule agree In this they share too in its eternitie And this the one part of this work has tri'd For though himselfe remov'd this does abide And shall doe ever here his memory Shall still survive and contemne destiny The same waits you Sir and when e'r you 'r sent From us you 'll live here your owne monument Fr. Sambrooke Thorow Base Henry Lawes I. That man is truly blest c. II. Who trusts in thee c. III. O thou from whom c. IV. Not in thy wrath c. V. Lord judge my cause c. VI. Cast off c. VII Thy beauty Israel c. VIII With sighes c. IX Lord for thy promise sake c. X. O heare my cries c. XI Woe is me c. XII To heare me Lord c. XIII Lord showre on us c. XIV How are the Gentiles c. XV. Happy he c. XVI Laudate c. XVII Deprest with griefe c. XVIII Blest O thrice blest c. XIX Lord to my pray'r c. XX. When griefe c. XXI Let our foes c. XXII How long c. XXIII Accept my pray'r c. XXIV The bounty of Jehovah c. XXV You who the Lord c. XXVI Now the Lord c. Halleluiah c. XXVII Now in the winter c. XXVIII The King Jehovah c. XXIX My soule c. XXX Our fervent c. Halleluiah c. A Pastorall Elegie to the memory of my deare Brother William Lawes Thorow Base Cease O cease c. Henry Lawes An Elegie to the memory of his Friend and Fellow Mr. William Lawes servant to His Majestie O doe not now lament c. By John Wilson Doctor in Musique To the memory of his much respected Friend and Fellow Mr. William Lawes Thorow Base John Taylor An Elegie on the death of his Friend and Fellow-servant Mr. William Lawes Deare Will is dead c. John Cob. An Elegie on the death of his deare Friend and Fellow-servant Mr. William Lawes Lament and mourne c. Simon Ive To the memory of his Friend Mr. William Lawes Brave Spirit c. By Captain Edmond Foster An Elegiack Dialogue on the sad losse of his much esteemed Friend Mr. William Lawes servant to his Majesty Thorow Base Why in this shade of night c. Chorus of 2. Chorus of 3. John Jinkins An Elegie on his Friend Mr. William Lawes Bound c. John Hilton Thorow Base William Lawes I. Lord as the Hart c. II. Let God the God of battell rise c. III. Out of the horrour c. IV. Oft from my early youth c. V. First Part. How like a widow c. VI. Second part Judah in exile c. VII Third part How hath Jehovah c. VIII Sing to the King of kings c. IX Praise the Lord c. Halleluiah c. X. My God O why c. XI My God my