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A12318	Psalmes, or songs of Sion turned into the language, and set to the tunes of a strange land. By W.S. Intended for Christmas carols, and fitted for divers of the most noted and common, but solemne tunes, every where in this land familiarly used and knowne.	Slatyer, William, 1587-1647.	1631 (1631)	STC 22635; ESTC S113750	20,325	64

I goe Whiles my foe oppresseth me O send out in brightnesse For my soules uprightnesse And to guide me in the way Thy lights beames reflecting And thy truth directing That my steps go not astray To thy holy hill And supernall palace Lord conduct me still By thy truth and grace To thy Temple so God of ioy and solace Thy Courts will I go Even thy holy place On the harpe with glee I 'le give thankes to thee Thou O God my God most deere Why art thou so vext O my soule perplext In so sad and heavie cheere O in God most holy Put thy trust then wholly Vnto him will I give praise That in favour ever Doth to me persever God my hope and helpe alwaies PSALME 47. ALl people clap your hands Sing laud unto the Lord Advance your notes with merry noise And telling tune with ioyfull voice His wonders all abroad For why above all lands The Lord is high and great A terrible and mighty King Angell quires his praises sing In heaven his glorious seat The people under us be subdu'd Vnder our feet the nations rude So the Heathen all He did make and shall Vnder our feet to fall For his owne sake alone And he himselfe an heritage The flowring worship of that age For us now to whose Race his lore he showes And Iacobs glory chose His welbeloved one God he is out of the earth Ascended up on hie Gone in triumphs merry noise And with trumpets royall voice Vp to the starrie skie Sing to our God with mirth Sing praises to our King For God is King of all the earth Sing to him with greatest mirth With understanding sing God doth o're the Heathen raigne God that will his cause maintaine God that sits alone On his holy Throne And is other none Doth heaven and earth behold And how the princes all abroad Are to the people of Abrahams God Ioyn'd who they intend As with a shield defends All th' earth and to that end High only to be extol'd PSALME 63. GReat is the Lord on hie And great his praises still To be advanc't and spread abroad Within the City of our God Vpon his holy hill Mount Sion North doth lie And is a pleasant place Whence ioy of all the lands doth spring The City of the mighty King Doth so this mountaine grace In whose pallaces is showne God for a refuge surely knowne For lo the King each one Gathered and to get her gone Were astonied as thereon They gaze with wondring muse Suddenly driven backe they were Feare came upon them and sorrow there As on a woman in Travell and destroyed they bin Like the ships of Tharsis when With East windes thou wilt them bruise As we have heard it said So have we seen of old Within the City of the Lord Of hosts the City of our God That ever he will uphold O Lord we wait for aid Amid'st thy holy place According to thy Name thy praise Vnto the worlds end do raise Thy loving kindnesse and grace Thy right hand thy Saints confesse Lord is full of righteousnesse Hence Mount Sions voice And the daughters noise Of Iuda glad reioyce Cause of thy iudgements pure Compasse Sion compasse her walls Tell well her towers and bulwarkes all Marke well her towers that ye May tell posterity God 's our God and e're will be Our guide till death most sure PSALME 52. WHy dost thou boast thy selfe abroad thou tyrant that thou canst do ill The loving kindnesse of our God seene daily it continueth still Deceit and fraud do in thy bosome lurke and as thy lewd heart doth devise Thy tongue is making of despitefull worke like rasor sharpe it cuts with lies Thou euill more than good approu'st more than truth to speake lies and guile All words that may destroy thou lov'st O thou deceitfull tongue and vile Therefore shall God destroy thee plucke and take and root thee quite out of thy tent From the land of the living thee to make go in t ' eternall banishment The righteous shall see this and feare and laugh at him and say behold What is become of this man here that on his riches was so bold Lo he that tooke not God his fortitude but in his malice put his strength And in his riches and their multitude he fell and perisht thus at length But as for me I shall be seene in Gods house alwaies to persever Like to an Olive tree so greene my trust was in his mercies ever So I will alwaies praise thy holy Name for that O Lord thou hast done this I will hope in thy Name because the same before thy Saints so ioyfull is PSALME 57. HAve mercie O my God have mercie strait My soule doth trust in thee and on thee wait In shadow of thy wings my hope is plac't Vntill this tyrannie be over-past I 'le call unto the most high God even he God that performes his promise towards me For he will send from his high heaven save me From their reproofe would swallow deprave me God will send out his mercy and his truth My soule 'mong lions is I lie in ruth 'Mong mens sons that are set on fire their words Their teeth are speares shafts their tongues sharp swords Exalt thy self above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye on all the earth abroad Nets laid they in my way my soule t' oppresse Pits too but fell in their owne wickednesse My heart O God prepared is alwaies My heart 's prepar'd I will sing and give praise Awake my glory Lute and Harpe I 'le take And I my selfe right early will awake I will praise thee O Lord among the nations I 'le sing to thee among all generations Thy mercy great unto the heaven doth reach Thy truth exceeds and to the clouds doth streach Exalt thy selfe above the heavens O God Thy glorie aye o're all the earth abroad Awake my Violl Lute and Harpe awake To praise the Lord sweet musicke let us make PSALME 60. O God thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cast us out of yore And scattred 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 angry with us fore O turne againe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thou hast made The land to tremble and with feare to fade O heale he breache for it fore doth shake The breache thereof that thy hands did make Thou shewest the people heavie things in fine Thou mad'st us drinke a draught of deadly wine But now thou hast advanc't an ensigne knowne A token given to them that are thine owne To them that feare thee and In cause of truth by them to be displaied That thy beloved may be fully freed Helpe with thy right hand heare me at my need God in his holinesse spake reioyce I shall Sechem divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses mine shal be Strength of my head is Ephraim Iuda he My Law-giver Moab my wash-pot nam'd I will cast out my shooc o're Edom fam'd So will I triumph and in this designe Shew thy selfe ioyfull for me Palestine Who will leade

mercy did guide And keep my feet that as long as I breath From the way they should never of godlinesse slide Nights Blacke terror fore did affright me Yet on thy rod and thy staffe did I stay 〈◊〉 bl●●ke errors 〈◊〉 did despite me 〈◊〉 by thy shepheard hooke chased away 〈…〉 face my 〈◊〉 with thy graces PSALME 108. MY heart and my tongue is prepared in song O my God my glory alwaies Awake Lute and Harpe I my selfe will awake right early to sing and give praise I will praise thee O Lord and thy mercies record I will sing unto thee among Nations And raise up alwaies thy great glory and praise among people and generations For thy mercy is great above heavens seat and thy truth unto the clouds reaching Exalt thy selfe hye O God above skye and thy glory o're all the earth streaching Thy beloved that we delivered may see send helpe from thy holy place O stand with us and aide us with thy right hand and heare us of thy good grace Out of his holy hill God hath spoken I will reioyce and Sichem divide I will mete out the vale of Succoth withall and Gilead he is on my side Manasses with me and Ephraim he is the strength of my head and stay And never to leave her shall Iuda persever Law-giver for ever and ay Men Moab shall see my washpot to be over Edom my shooe will I throw Triumphing in fine over Palestine I to the strong City will goe Who will leade me along into the same strong City of the Philistines their seat Who is he that will be a conductor to me to bring me to Edom the great O God why hast thou forsaken us now why wilt thou not helpe us O God Or why no more as thou used'st of yore went'st thou forth with our armies abroad Gainst troubles relieve us saving health give us vaine else is the helpe of man knowne So shall we through thee do right valiantly being thou tread'st our enemies downe PSALME 130. OVt of the lowest deepes depressed Doubts and dangers great distressed On thy mercy most relying Vnto thee O Lord with crying Sore with misery enthralled And with sighes and teares I called O heare heare O heare bow downe Thine eare attend and heare My sighes my cries my praier If thou straitly O most Highest What is done amisse descryest Who O Lord can stand before thee But for mercy we adore thee Mercy is with thee declared Mercy that thou maist be feared O heare heare O heare bow downe Thine eare attend and heare My voice my noise my praier I have waited Lord upon thee Yea my soule hath waited on thee I have trusted in thy word And my soule waits on the Lord Early ere the watch returning Morning watch the dawning morning O heare heare O heare bow downe Thine eare attend and heare My moanes my groanes my praier Israel wait on the Lord For with him is mercy stor'd And with his best excellences Great redemption from offences All his sins that Israel saveth And shall ever who so craveth O heare heare O heare 'twixt hopes And feares with sobs and teares My sighes my cries my praier PSALME 150. O Praise the Lord in holinesse You Saints of his his praise professe Within his Temple faire and trim And firmament of power praise him Praise him in all his noble acts His mightinesse and famous facts according to his excellence Of greatnesse and magnificence Praise him in sound of Trumpets noise Praise him with Lute and Harpes sweet voice Praise him with Cimbals and the like With Tabret Dances Strings and Pipe Praise him in Musiques sweetest ground On the well tuned Cimbals sound Praise him with pleasant Madrigals Loud Cimbals and sweet Virginals Let every thing doth life afford Breath out the praises of the Lord. A Table of the severall Psalmes with the tunes they are set too in this Booke Tune Psalme Page 1. The man of life vpright or a Lancashire tune or H. Pipe Thrice blest Ps. 1. pa. 1. 2. Q. Dido or Ia. Shore Thine ire Lord. ps 6. p. 2. 3. Goe from my window O L. our God ps 8. p. 3.   In the Lord. ps 11. p. 4. 4. Walsingham When that Israel ps 114 pag. 31. 5. I sigh as sure How long wi lt ps 13. p. 5   Lord within thy ps 15. pag. 6. 6. Dulcina Save me and. ps 16. p. 7. 7. Barow Faustus dreame L. the heavens ps 19. p. 8. 8. The Hunters Careere My shepheard ps 23. p. 9 9. The borders of Scotland Like th' Hart that ps 42. pag. 10. 10. Callaice or Crimson Velvet Iudge my cause psa 43. pag. 12. 11. All in a Garden greene All people ps 47. p. 13.   Great is the. ps 48. p. 15. 12. In the Towne or Susan I did in hart ps 122. p. 34.   Why dost psa 52. p. 16. 13. The Marigold that opens or Fortune Have mercy ps 57. p. 17.   O God thou ps 60. p. 18. 14. Palmas or Complaine my Lute Regard O L. ps 61. p. 19.   O God all ps 65. p. 21. 15. Faire Angell of England or Sweete Robin O Lo. do not ps 6. p. 45.   Thou O God ps 63. p. 20   If the Lord ps 124. p. 36. 16. Phillis Hilas or the fairest Nymphe the vallies O Lord how ps 84. p. 22. 17. New So Ho. Firmly for ev ps 87. p. 24 18. Queene of Love or Vnderneath the shadie The L. a king ps 93. p. 25   The Lo. alone ps 97. p. 26   The Lord in ps 99 p. 37. 19. Abram awake Mercy I wil. ps 101. p. 28. 20. Yellow ribbon or will you be gone O God my heart ps 108 pag●9 ●9 21. Iane Shore or Come sorrow The Lord unto ps ●●0 pag. ●0 22. The same tune or Q. Dido Out of the deeps ps 130. pag. ●● 23. Rich Merchant man or the tune of the 25. Psalme All nations ps ●19 p. ●   Gloria patri   All praise c. ibid. 24. Moll Sims or Dulce Maria by Coperario I lift my eyes psa 12● pag. ●● 25. withers tune or Puichrior si sit Vp to thee I lift ps 123. pag. 35. 26. what if a day When as the. ps 136. p. 36 27. The Kings tune or who can blame my woe As we in Babylon ps 137 pag. 38. And the same in Greeke and Latine 28. To the tune of the 148. Psalme Praise ye the Lord. psal 150. pag. 39.   〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Beatus vir psal 1. pag. 42. 29. Tune of the ordinary Psalmes or Rogero or Ladies fall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Beatus O. psal 128. pag. 43 44. 30. Daphne My shepheard ps 23. p. 46 31. Earle of Essex funerall Elegy or O Hone. Out of the lowest deeps psal 130. pag. 48. 32. Barbara or Starrie Diana My heart and my c. psal 108. pag. 47. 33. Iane Shore Aeneas or The like before c. O praise the Lord in psal 150. pag. 49. POSTSCRIPT HOwsoever these plaine tunes are thus fitted to these Psalmes for the benefit and use of the lesse skilfull it shall I hope be no prejudice to the excellent Musicians of this age but that at their pleasure they may fit them to more curious and delightfull tunes and aires whether now or anciently devised Errata PAge 3. Line 6. moane reade moanes Page 4. Li. 8. bow reade bowes and line 14. foundation reade foundations Page 10. line 14. that reade yet Page 13. line 15. thou reade then Page 15. line 17. King each reade Kings each one and line 18. to get her reade together Page 18. line 24. after and reade as in their aide Page 20. line 6. praise reade praises and line 8. daily pay reade duly pay Page 22. line 29. yeomen reade that men Page 26. line 3. waves reade voice Pag. 27. li. 7. lo reade low Page 29. line 2. for profit reade perfit and line 19. shroud reade shrouds Pa. 3● line 14. after might reade that o're thine enemies all O God Page 32. line 14. towards reade Is towards Page 35. line 30. save yet reade save us yet Page 36. line 10. over soule reade over our soule Page 37. after line 9. supply this Verse following Turne then O Lord our bondage againe Like to the rivers out of the South descending That with their plenty do cover the plaine And water the vallies which way soever wending Then O then we here shall find They that low in sadnesse Leaving teares and griefe behind Reape in ioy and gladnesse Who indeed with precious seed Went out weeping on the way Turn'd againe not in vaine Bringing home his sheaves with ioy FINIS