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A11472	Sacred hymns Consisting of fifti select psalms of David and others, paraphrastically turned into English verse. And by Robert Tailour, set to be sung in five parts, as also to the viole, and lute or orph-arion. Published for the vse of such as delight in the exercise of music in hir original honour.	Sandys, Edwin, Sir, 1561-1629.; Tailour, Robert, fl. 1614.	1615 (1615)	STC 21723; ESTC S110824	61,097	158

with speed and tender ey reflect Thou Goodnes pure thy servants not neglect In case extreme who mercies hand implore O spring of grace I mercies those adore Then Lord be neer yea for my ' insulting foes To free my soule once heavĕnli aid discloze AH see and iudge thou knowĕst my sad reproach Fore thee my foes my shames who shameles broach Stand all in sight Their wrongs have worn my hart Full chargĕd with grief I lookt if yet som part My frends would bere no frend condoling found If comfort speak but none least comfort sound For strengthning meat yea poizŏning gall they sent And vinĕger tart my thirst to quench prezent THERFORE iust Lord their owne them home repay Their pleazing boord where ioys before them play Let turn a snare to catch them in their woords And that which foli ' as lot to fools affoords Their wishes hurt good fortunes bee their bane Mynds sight obscure their loins rough valure lame AND as in furi man laith lode of blowes So let revenge which from thyn anger flowes Ad stripe to stripe and seaze with raging ire Their hated heads which mischief sole dezire Void stand their castles dweller none be found To grace the tents where graceles facts abound FOR thow whom Lord with hand severe hast smit They fierce persue and inhumanely sit With grievous woords t' encrease thy woundeds pain Let sin so sin so plague to plague enchain Thy righteŏusnes that still they wretched miss Nor way e're fynd that leads to heavĕnli bliss Devowd to death from book of life efface Ne write their names where iust mens names have place NOW I stil poor sole rich in griefs remain Help saving Lord and raize me once again That raiz'd thy grace my song may thankful praize And blisful name to heavĕns fair arches raize This sacrifice more pleazing God shal bee Then cleft-hoov'd steer at Altars horns to see THE myld of mynd great comfort hence shal take This sight shal ioy them O let harts awake To seek the Lord and so your harts shal live Nor wynds nor seas can from his anchor drive For ey of care who towărd mans wants reflects His prisŏners crys sure nevĕr at need neglects THEN heavĕns and earth then seas and all your gests Which spatiate there conform to supreme hests Ay laud our King who Sion fair wil save And Iudahs touns repair There shall they have A seat and lasting state Thus God shal bless His folks true seed who love towărd him address PSALM 79. This Psalm which seemeth to have been compozed in the time of Antiochus the persecutour by som descendant of the famous ASAPH and who bare also his name which in that Tribe was frequent conteineth a most lamentable complaint unto God of the ruins of Ierusalem the defilements of the Temple and massacre of Gods faithful servants Then praying first for propitiation for the sins of the people the true cause of that calamiti he presseth on with most fervent suit for speedi deliverance and large revenge upon their Hethen enimies THE Hethĕn ô God who fear not no nor knowe Thy glorious name into thy land are com And in thyn House whence blessings pure did flowe With hands impure polluting facts haue doon DEFYLD thy sacred seat thy rites profanĕd Thy treasures robd thy Citti set on fire Ierusalem earths ioy which earst was namĕd Throwne doun on heaps sits now in lothed mire THY servants slain for loial love to thee Their bodies dead heăvens fouls cast out to feed And flesh of Saints whose faith thyn eys did see To earths wyld beasts ingluvious throats decreed THEIR bloud as torrent streams about the wals Of sad Ierusalem no burriĕr found Opprobrious scorn us grievous lot befals And laughings proud in neighbours mouths abound HOW long ô Lord shal ever flame thyn ire Can no distress once moove to pitti take Thy iealous wrath and shal it rage like fire Which water none no tears may e're asslake AH turn it first gainst those who nor invoke Thy name great Lord nor knowe or seeke thy face Gainst Hethen kingdoms who with mortal stroke Thy Iacob wound lay wast h s resting place REDUCE not Lord to thyn offended eys Those falts forepast which still unthankful wee And fathers our have doon let grace arize Our soules from gilt of sorroed sins to free AND thou arize and with thy mercies deer Prevent our instant deaths Ah case extreme Denys delay Help source of goodnes meer And save vs thow whence safeties all doo stream RESPECT great Lord the glori of thy name Which wee revere our enimies proud despize Insulting Hethĕn to say they doo not shame Where 's now the God on whom their hope relys BVT let our God make noble in our sight To Hethen eys his high revenging hand That giltles bloud pourd out and not in fight Of servants thyn may full revenged stand AND let the sighs and moornings of thy Saints Who grone in chains to thee access obtain And mighti arm excited by their plaints Them rescue ' who now to death consignd remain THUS neighbours scorns wherewith they thee reproach Sevĕnfold to them in bosom Lord restore We then thy folk and flock thyn acts shal broach With thanks and praise will evĕr our God adore PSALM 73. The Prophet ASAPH by the sence of his owne afflictions and by contrari vieu of the exulting prosperiti of godles persons who pass on a pleasant time blaspheming God and oppressing his servants having endured like as other of the people of God a sore temptation of calling into question the veri Omniscience of God and his government over this loweër world at length getting the victori by Gods especial assistance he sheweth that out of the Sanctuari of God where his Oracles were delivered he had learned that it was not the condition of this transitori life but the end it self whereby the state of the good and bad was to be esteemed Seeing then the end of the wicked to be utter destruction and everlasting happines to attend the righteous he betaketh himself wholy to the conduct of divine direction with great assurance to be guided by Gods counseil in this life and afterward to be received by God into eternal glori In expectance whereof his soule repozeth YET surely God benign to Israĕl stands To pure in hart But I was sore declynd Griev'd vieu of fools of wicked prospering hands Had welnigh sapt my weak unwari mynd FROM bands of death by sicnes force or snare They free pass on live lusti puft with ioy With humane toils and cares untroubled are Yea publick plagues them least and last annoy THIS makes with pride their out-stretcht necks like chein With violence fierce as robe they lims attire Their plentĕous fare red strouting eys proclaim While heaping wealth surmounts evĕn harts desire FROM poizŏning filth their lothsom talk they change Oppressions proud with lofti stile to sound Their tongs through earth in wronging men doo range And hellish

From less but better store with pitying helpful hand His wanting neighbour frames Gods goodnes t' understand For where Gods blessing rests possessions long shal last As curse divine at once bud branch and root dooth wast WHERE God mans way dooth pleaze mans steps he stable makes Yea fallĕn with succŏring hand from ground unbruzed takes I have been yong am old yet never knew the iust Forsaken quite ne're saw his seed in lothed dust Sit craving food but still his courteŏus nature lends And God his blessing deer to children all extends THEN thus thy thoughts conclude thyn hart see first be pure Fly sin good deeds apply so so dwel ay secure For righteŏus Lord loves right he free from wavĕring change From Saints belovĕd dooth ne're his eys serene estrange But safe through his defence while impious houses fall They ancient land possess there dwell for ever shall THE righteŏus man whose mynd cald up from earthli thought Erect on high with love of heavenli law is fraught From harts abundance speaks His mouth with wisdom floweth In talk of iudgement grave glad time his tong bestoweth He nevĕr shall slip For though th'uniust maligner watch Both woords and ways his life in deadli snare to catch Yet shall not rightĕous Lord him leve in wicked hand Ne when his iudgement coms condemned let him stand SO thow ô vertuŏus soule thy patient mynd retain And heavĕnli ways insist in heavĕn thy hopes remain Thy God shal thee exalt the land shal rest thyn owne When vndermining wretch thyn ey shal see orethrowne THESE eys of myn have seen th'uniust like self-sprung tree With arms all gay disspred in floŭrishing beauti glee But see the end he past and lo away was gone The vanisht man I sought but nues returned none Now vieu the upright man observe his sweet encrease His small in more his war stil ends in endles peace Not so defectours proud who marks of heavĕnli ire At once destroyd shal nevĕr to end dezirĕd aspire BVT from the righteŏus Lord stil saving grace descends Which servants his from wrack in needful hours defends For God shal them protect protect from hate uniust Hee save them since in him they chooze to place their trust PSALM 40. The Prophet DAVID an Ancester and Type of Christ in his thankful meditations of Gods former merci toward him passeth from thence into a profound admiration of the divine grace whereby the imperfection of the legal sacrifices beeing abolished Christ their perfection was to succeed a true accomplisher and teacher of righteousnes So returneth to crave the continuance of Gods merci in his present miseri drawn on or renued by menes of Sauls persecution as it seemeth not yet determined LONG patient hope Gods pleasure did attend At length he ear to grievŏus cry did bend And wretch forlorn who help now no where knew From miri clay of yelling hole updrew UPDRAWN my feet on stateli rock he placĕd My steps made firm so now with nue song gracĕd Praise praise t' our God my thankful glori sounds Which echŏing voice with thundring ioy rebounds For thousands who revieu my late distress Which revĕrent trust towărd God cheerd harts address THEN blessed hee the Lord who makes his trust Nor glorious pride whom self-loves charming lust Misdraws from God which fauning ey respects Nor thoughts on liĕrs fond failing hopes reflects O LORD my God thy gracious thoughts towărd man Are wondrous deep I would but no way can Or thankful them to thee in ray prezent Or count to men their store and vast extent WISDOMS abiss thyn owne ordeined rites Now sacrifice now offring no delights To thee can yield myn ears hath nüer law So piercĕd that thoughts towărd nobler obiect draw Not sinles beast nor mene-esteemed life In flames consum'd may ere compose the strife Wherein mans sin Iustice divine persuĕth Not so thy grace not so mans bliss renuĕth WEAK shades give place Then said I Lo I com Here Lord On mee thy blessed will be doon Sith sacred roll of everlasting book For mee hath taught worlds waiting eys to look THY blessed will sole scope of prudent thought Iust actions rule my pleazing cares haue sought To knowe and doo thy law in faithful hart Entresŭred liĕth thence never shall depart NOT silent lips nor yet vnthankful brest Thy goodnes Lord thou knowĕst have e're supprest Thy trueth my talk thy saving grace my song Thy bounties rich my not conceling tong Hath loud proclaim'd thy iustice mercies deer Assemblies great from faithful teacher hear THEN Lord ô then thy kyndnes not withhold Thy trueth my stay in merci still infold Distressed soule whose eys lift up on high Thee only thee their comfort can descry Thrung numberles of evĭls me wretch embrace My sins and pains so grasp my frighted face That failing hart their vieu can not endure Who thick as hair ten thousand griefs procure PLEAZE Lord at length my thralled life to free Relieve the soule who succour sole from thee Awaits make speed And blushing shame confound All those whose hate me seeks with mortal wound On earth to lay yea put to shameful flight Them in my ill who place their deer delight Who laugh my tears take pleasure in my pain Ah dire decay their shames reward remain BVT comfort sweet and sacred ioy refill Them all whose mynds conformd to heăvenli will Thy mercies seek saluation thyn dezire High spir̆it them ay t' extol thy name inspire NOW I a poor throwne-doun afflicted wight Yet hope on God protectour of my right And knowe on me my Lord wil one day think Ah cease delay least hart in sorroes sink PSALM 42. The Psalmist it seemeth David vnder Sauls persecution bewaileth with much passion his constrained absence from Gods presence in his Ark and Tabernacle and after a sharp combate of soule with mani deiecting afflictions in fine getteth above them by the strength of his faith and hope in God AS chased Hart with drouth enraged first Then ioid with hope towărd watri streams dooth bray So Lord my soule my panting soule dooth thirst At lifes high spring hir restles love to stay AH life of lifes when shall that ioying sight Of presence thyn reioice my ioyles ey Whom now salt teares are food to day and night While chasing foes Where 's now thy God stil cry SWEET-sour revieu my hart through eys distils How earst high ioys midst marching troop I broacht And sacred House whom beauteŏus presence fils With songs and praise in festivĕst guise approacht WHY then ô why my sad deiected mynd Should troubled thoughts thee restles now torment Ah thankful wait stil gracious Lord shalt fynd In bands of woes release who al-times sent YET Lord my soule behold stil dampt with grief While Iordans reeds while Hermons rocs she hants While Iuri mounts affoord their poor relief Remembrance thyn where melting hart redants SEE gulf of woes nue gulf stil duely cals Thy thunders roar thy fires com streaming doun And raging storm