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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

slander wait THUS slave to passions vyld thou livĕst and I have silent been Whence yet more impious like thy selfe evĕn mee thou didst esteem But I not like to thee at length thy iust reproof have sent And ougli sins to fearful eys wil all aray prezent Consider this ô ye who God and Gods pure law neglect Least unrepenting harts I rend when none can them protect Who incense sweet of thankful praise sends up me right adores And rightĕous life who leads from fall to bliss my grace restores PSALM 51. King DAVID reprooved from God by the Prophet Nathan for his grievous sin with Bathsheba leaveth in this Psalm an excellent pattern of an hart truly repentant returning to the service of God and care of his people MY sinful soule arraind of twofold gilt Of Spouse-bed wrongd of bloud ah fouly spilt With saddest grief in tears imbrynd repents And wailed crimes at mercies feet prezents O sourse of grace whence seas of mercies flowe Release my gilt and love returning shewe MY gilt releasd then clenze my soule from stain From stain which sin behynd stil makes remain And nue sin breeds But since my pensiue sight Sin gilt and stain stil wound by day by night With sour remorse since them I Lord deplore Ah cure them Lord and rightĕous grace restore NO mortal law dooth me transgressour make Thy law divine whose iustice heăvens dooth shake Thee supreme Iudge sole thee my sin offends Whose piercing vieu to secretst thoughts extends Ah evĭl I Lord in thy pure eys have doon So iust reproof so iudgement right is com WHAT shal I plead of sin defiled mass From sin who com through sin to death must pass From mould deformd lo form I first receiv'd And mother frail in sin warm life conceiv'd But thow in soules thyn owne true form dezirĕst And wisdom deep it to restore inspirĕst AND thus I stood but now orethrowne by sin Deformd defyld ah Lord let grace begin Recure to woork with spring with hysop thyn So scour this soule more white then snowe to shyn And comfort Lord ô ioy now make me hear That bruz̆ed bones returning strength may cheer REMOOVE my sins from thy offended ey And cancel all my falts Hear once my cry Clean hart crëate right spir̆it in mee renue Then wavĕring mynd with heăvenli stay endue Ah cast not off griev'd breaker of thy law Nor HOLI SPIRĭT soules sovĕrain life withdraw Restore the ioy of thy sweet saving grace And sins bond powĕr with thy free spir̆it displace THEN erring soules my thankful zele shal burn Thy ways to teach who glad to thee shal turn And then my song but bloud keep Lord away My saving Lord thy iustice shal display Sole thou my lips once open Lord again And ioiful mouth shal sacred praise proclaim IF sacrifice thy powĕr divine might please If offrings burnt thy burning wrath appeaze What would I spare but nought in heăven obtains Beasts life in man while beastlike mynd remains Man 's owne griev'd spir̆it is Gods best sacrifice His sighs his tears doost ne're iust Lord despize THEN ô return ô bless stil Sion deer Ierusalems stil lingring wals uprear With cleered harts then wee in legal rites Iust sacrifice wherein great God delights Shal bring yong buls at altars side shal bleed And offrings burnt th'undying flames refeed PSALM 67. A praier of the Church unto God to be gracious unto mankynd and to enlarge his blessed Kingdom over all the world whence happines both earthli and celestial shall ensue as hath been fulfilled by the coming of Christ. BE gracious Lord Let cleerly shine The beauties of thy blisful face That earth may see thy ways divine And nations all thy saving grace Let people bless thy sacred name Let people all renoum the same ALL wo exil'd let ioy return For thow who right doost still protect Shalt iudge them who for iustice moorn And erring nations here direct Let people praize thy glorious name Let people all adore the same THEN shall the earth as fild with love Hir gifts in great abundance poure And God our God from heavĕn above His choisest blessings richly shoure God shall vs bless and vtmost lands Shal all submit them to his hands PSALM 68. King DAVID having assembled the flour of all Israel to conduct the Ark of God with solemniti to mount Sion the chozen place of rest which was the occasion and is the argument of this Psalm beginneth his march with those sacred woords uzed by Moses alwaies at the remooving of the Ark in the wilderness Then with great exultation celebrateth both the Maiesti and the Goodnes of God as toward mankynd in general so especially toward his peculiarly elected race drawn from servitude and placed in great prosperiti Afterward prosecuting the occasion he setteth foorth the great honour of Sion thus chozen to be the onli seat of Gods aspectable presence amongst his people And upon the consideration of this triumphant ascending of Gods Ark beeing his Sanctuari upon earth he breaketh out into a prophetical description of the Ascension of our Saviour the Lord of that Ark into the celestial Sanctuari whereof that terrestrial was a shado and figure from thence to pour blessings of deliveri from death and of salvation upon mankynd to subdue all his enimies and once again to reduce that selected people from dispersion and miseri Lastly touching by the way the manner of the marching of the Ark he concludeth with a praier to God for the preserving of his people and repressing of their enimies that so forain lands may assubiect also themselfs to God whom finally he exhorteth all the kingdoms of the world to woorship LET pleaze our God to ărize that enĭmies his disband And hating foes in hated flight be chas'd by mighti hand As smoke strong wynds doo drive as fire dooth wax consume So shalt thou sweep them from thy face so wast them all to fume Then shall the rightĕous mynds whose hopes on God depend Reioice in him and thankful shouts to heavĕns high coort upsend SING ô sing praise to God advance that glorious name Th' Eternal Selfbeĕing Lord who mounts on heavĕns high arched frame Prepare make plain his way who o're alpestrious place Coms marching towărd his seat elect triumph before his face Not hee neglecting man despizing mortal care In sacred throne resides not so but chyld of parents bare Him Father fynds him wido Iudge he prison̆er frees To sole an house to rebel race dry parched soil decrees WHEN Captain thow ô God thy troops from Pharaŏs thrall Victorious ledst through deserts wyld when march'dst before them all The mooving sea stood still th'unmooving earth it shakĕd The heavĕns at presence thyn dropt sweat fore thee mount Sinai quakĕd All Israĕls God did dread Thow then with bountĕous rain Didst chozen land enrich didst strength exhaust repair again HERE thow a seat for thyn thy poor despized bands A seat preparĕdst where ioious dwell and rule should neighbour lands

from cloudi spouts which fals With shouring fluds my pining soule dooth droun YET gracious Lord stil succŏring hand dooth reach His face serene returned ioy shal bring And gladsom day shal thankful euĕning teach With praiseful hymn th'alglorious name to sing MENE while to God thy chased life betake And doleful tune exiled wretch renue My God my strength why doost thou me forsake Why moorning soule dooth murdrous foe persue O THOW who sole sustein'st my wear̆ied life My wear̆ied life whom powĕr of right bereves Yet iudge that cry mongst braiding foes so rife Where 's now thy God My bones it swoord-like cleves BVT why ô why my sad deiected mynd Should troubled thoughts thee restles still torment Com grateful hope My gracious God I fynd In throng of woes still swift relief hath sent TREBLE A S cha sed Hart with drouth enra ged first Then ioid with hope towărd wa tri stream dooth bray So Lord my soule my panting soule dooth thrist At lifes high spring hir restles love to stay Ah life of lifes when shal that ioy ing sight of presence thyn re ioice my ioy les ey Whom now salt tears are food to day and night While cha sing foes Wher 's now thy God stil cry BASE MEANE COVNTERTENOR TENOR LUTE PSALM 44. The faithful people of Israĕl vanquished now and dispersed by their Hethen enimies it seems the Philistims in their thraldom also persecuted and martired for Gods true religion in complaining sort prezent to the high throne of grace their present condition beeing oppressed by the enimies of God and yet persisting in Gods true woorship and with great vehemenci implore his favour and succour who to their Ancesters had shewed himself so miraculously benign and helpful OUR pleazed ears renoumed Lord haue heard The ioious tongs of reverend elders tell What acts of thyn their state of old had reard Did cursed seed from chozen soil expell Thy powrful hand them rac●…h'd vp ours did plant Made them nor wo nor blessing ours to want NOT mortal arm extermind Giants race Nor swoord terrene dezired land possesd Thy arm divine thy right hand lightsom face In favour deer from heavĕn their armies blesd Thou self same God my King doost still remain Command great King thy Iacobs strength again SOLE thou command revived strength our foes With horn should push with feet shal trample doun Not swoord not bowe hopes failing thou disclose That aid which foes in hates owne shame did droun Thy loveli name much ioy did then confess Much ioy same name in praise shal ay express THUS once we livĕd but now in life we dy Cast off debasĕd no more our armies head Harts grief to speak vile foes us force to fly And preying troops in dust our glories tread Thus scattĕred lo midst Hethen lands we live Where food to foes flock loved once doost give AH once beloved now sold and not for gain Thy wealth had yet our thralled lifes encreasd Less grief had been but scorn we now remain To neighbours round whose hate our shames appeasd Derided heard hast made a proverb growe Which scoffing Hethĕn with wagging heads outcrowe WEAK comforts fade strong woes stil fresh renue My grief within without my shame torments Confusions ah confusions round accrue And soul disgrace stil lothed face prezents Reproaching voice blasphemous mouth and ire Of hostile eys dire anguish still enfire ALL this on us is com yet have not wee Forgot thee Lord or false thy leaug prophanĕd Nor harts repining writhe their loves from thee Nor feet decline from sacred ways ashamĕd Yea though us ruĭnd in Dragons wasts doost place And shade of death make weari lifes embrace IF blessed name unbleft we have forgot Disloial hands if stretcht in strangers guise To Gods no Gods and should our Lord it not Search out whose ey harts secretst thoughts espys Ah love of thee lo tyrants hate procures For thee we dy as knife fat sheep endures AH daily slain At length yet look arize Why sleeps our Lord awake and not bereve Thyn of thy face nor pressures their despize Whose soules to dust dead brests to ground doo cleve Stand up great Lord and for thy mercies sake Oh servants thyn to thy redemption take PSALM 45. A song of honour to the spiritual Marriage of Christ with his Church for●…described under the shado of the marriage as it seemeth of King Salomon with the Daughter of Pharao yet so that som circumstances are verified only in the figure and som other things only in the divine mysteri figured A NOBLE act of Kings dezirĕd Makes gladsom hart with high conceipts inspirĕd Boil o're and tong stream loveli sound Which echŏing pen through world shal ay rebound Of peerles King my song I frame And to that King give consecrate the same NOT mortal beauti decks thy face Ne humane sounds those princeli lips engrace That hieu divine those heavĕnli woords Nor race of man nor bliss of earth affoords Sure heavĕns fair wight thee God hath blest So blest in bliss eternal shalt thou rest THEN on but first gird swoord to thigh Thow pŭisant Prince advance with glori high Ride stately foorth in comli sight Stil prosper still prevail brave Lord in fight So woord of trueth through world disspred Give laws fierce mynds in love to iustice wed With iustice myldnes still reside And striking arm let hart of merci guid BUT foes whom goodnes none can win Shal lightning hand with terrours dire begin To fright then shafts as thundred darts Sharp shafts shal pierce their blunt unpliant harts Thus to our King shal Nations bend And arm victorious wide his rule extend THY throne ô God for evĕr endures Thy scepter right through all thy state procures Thow iustice lovĕst hatĕst lawles ways Therfore dooth God thy God thy glori raize Yond all thy troop whose faithful love Thee serves by thee partakes same grace above BUT thow bove all with sacred oil With oils of ioy that earths unpleazing toil Alay imbuĕd drawst odour sweet Mir alöĕ cassia in thy garments meet Thus doost from ivor̆ie rooms proceed Whose pleasures deer stil ioying thoughts refeed STRAIT bevi fair prezents sweet vieu Kings daughters chief and lead the noble crue Bove all the Queen whom loveli bride Thou ioious setst on right hand by thy side With gold hir brests with gold hir head Embellisht best rich Ophir which had bred FAIR daughter now a while attend To sage advise thou happi ear shalt lend Thy contries rites thy peoples guise Yea fathers house forget fix sole thyn eys On him who then that beautĕous sight Shal deerly love possess with pure delight He now thy Lord with pleazing grace Bow fair to him so love sweet love embrace LO neighbour Tyre great Queen of seas With curious gift ey finest strives to pleaze With home-bred purple far-fet gold Wil studious seek thy favŏring grace to hold Yea nobles rich with prezents great Shal pleazd aspect of countĕnance thyn entreat

thus say Can this to God be told Or Iacobs Lord wil hee from heavĕn our facts behold O blynded soules gainst God ye cloze your eys Look up why natures light doo brutish mynds despize CAN soverain cause whence all perfections flowe Himself not knowe on man yet knoweing powĕrs bestowe Who plants the ear shall hee unhearing bee Who ey with sight endues himself ye fools not see Round world who rules who nations all dooth rein To check to scurge leud lifes may careles hee remain Yeas God dooth see th' eternal light dooth knowe Yea knowĕth in hart of man how vain conceipts doo growe O BLEST that man whom thow doost Lord correct And by correcting teach towărd sacred laws respect Midst days of evĭl in rest he safe abides For wicked wretch dead pit while vengeance due provides For sure our Lord his folk wil not forsake Wil not peculiar flock t abandon e●…re betake For iudgement shall to iustice pure return And draw all upright harts which now for iustice moorn AH who for mee dare gainst malfactors rize What courage take my part If thow thy gracious eys If succŏring hand deer Lord didst not extend My life towărd death my soule towărd silent place did bend But when I cry'd My foot ah Lord dooth shake Thy pityĭng grace did mee to staid protection take In swarms of cares midst sad perplexed thought Yet comforts thyn delight in troubled soule have wrought MAY viŏlent throne from thee Lord powĕrs derive That lusts for laws ordein and griefs for ease contrive By troops they range the rightĕous soule to kill Yea iudgement seats abuze ungilti bloud to spill But God my towĕr my high retreit hath been My Lord my rock assurĕd in worlds fair vieu was seen He hee their wrongs their spite shal them restore Yea God our Lord their pride hew doun for evermore TREBLE A Venger great who mans presumptuŏus sin Earths rightĕous iudge with plagues to chastize doost not lin At length shine out ô spring of pu-rest light Rize up pay home the proud in worlds apparant sight How long great Lord how long shal god-les sect shal wicked crue triumph who heavĕnli laws neglect Shal Tyrants fierce impuneli fome their shames And grievous wrongs contrive then vant their hateful names BASE MEANE COVNTERTENOR TENOR LUTE PSALM 100. An Invitation to all Nations to prezent themselves cheerfully in the Coorts of God with exclaming thanks and praises for his constant goodnes and merci toward mankynd whom he hath made and framed peculiarly to be his WITH raized voice and cheerful grace Approach ye Nations all our king On bended knees prezent his face With hymn of bliss which Angels sing For knowe Hee formd vs God not wee His flock his folk yea sons to bee O THANKFUL enter then his gate His coorts high praises make exclame Resound his acts and glorious state And prostrate bless his sacred name Whose goodnes great and favour sure Whose trueth like heavĕns unchang'd dooth dure PSALM 101. DAVIDS vow unto God touching the wel governing of Himself his Coort and Kingdom made it seemeth a little before his actual coming to the Croun OF Iudgements Lord to thee I 'le sing Where Iustice Merci shall embrace Such thoughts shal righteŏus use make spring Towărd mee gainst pleazĕst to bend thy face MYN house an upright hart shal guid Which vice shal check which goodnes grace No pleazing sin shal train aside Those eys which thee before them place WHO thee forsake from mee I 'le shake Their woorks and them I 'le ay detest Nor perverse imp there root shal take Where evil all shal be supprest THAT sly deceipt the slandĕrous tong Which iust men heedles may beguile That secret seed of neighbours wrong Severe reproof shal strait exile THOSE hauti looks of swelling mynd Which Thee neglect and equals scorn That self-love hatred myn shal fynd I 'le soon pul doun their lofti horn WHAT woorthi person through the Land Myn ey can vieu what faithful wight He graced in my Coort shal stand His upright service my delight BUT false dissembling flattĕring mates With lying tricks that plot their owne No harbour get within my gates Their tricks and They shal out be throwne MY kingdom then I will begin From foul corruptiŏns clean to pare To hunt the wicked to their gin Shal be my daili earliĕst care SO shall Gods Citie brightly shine So shall his people flourish ay When damned crues exiled pine And lawles folk are swept away PSALM 103. King DAVID with great thankfulnes and high ioy of spirit celebrateth here the excelling graciousnes of God toward himself in particular the race of Israel in especial and in general toward all men who fear him and keep his covenant Where at large he expresseth the goodnes of our heavenli Father full of compassion and merci prone to reclaim and forgivo mankynd offending and contrariwise slowe in punishing In fine he exciteth the happi Angels of God with all his loial hosts and ereatures to bless their great King who hath placed his throne in the heavens embracing them all with his supreme dominion And himself lastly conioineth with them in lauding God PURE light of soule thou high-bred mynd Deriv'd from God and God to praize assignd Adore thy Lord his beauties bless And glorious acts in praiseful hymns express Bless still my soule with all thy powĕrs That sacred name whence bliss so richly shours No tract of time ô e're efface From thankful hart sweet vieu of bountĕous grace OF GRACE which all thy sins remits And all thy griefs sins pay with cures befits Thy life from grave which dooth redeem Redeemd dooth round with deer compassions steem With healthiĕst food thy mouth which fils That egle-like youths strength through age distils HE supreme iudge whence iustice springs To wrongd on earth from heavĕn iust iudgement brings He ways divine to Moses showne By Moses made to Isrăels ofspring knowne Same Israels race with ioy hath seen Those Acts to foes which terrour dire have been TH' algracious Lord with pitti'is fraught How slowe to wrath how soon to merci wrought Nor strive nor chide wil alwaies hee Ne let his ire though iust unending bee Not like our flats his strokes were found Sin wrath provok'd grace merci made abound FOR look how high earth heavĕn transcends How far from East to West huge space extends So great his grace towărd servants prooves So far our sins deer Lord from soules remooves As father tendreth feeble son With sonli fear like kyndnes his is won FOR well he knowĕth our brittle state Remembring whom of clay he did crëate As earth-sprung grass as flour of field So flouring man to earth whose days must yield When wynd sweeps o're fair flour is gone The place earst brave inglorious stands alone BUT ay benign still God the same Towărd them persists who fear who love his name Yea rightĕous trueth to fathers sworn With race observes of childrens children born Sole that his covĕnant they

Governours whence much mischief ensueth or by ani other evil or sorro whatsoever are all brought upon them by their sins and that odious unthankfulnes to God who yet even in publick miseries preserveth and prospereth his humble servants and when Nations apply themselfs faithfully to his service poureth upon them all blessings opposite to those former punishments Which things wise men will consider and make use of especially so as to knowe and acknowlege the Crëatours goodnes YE woorthi mynds in whom Gods gifts excell Whose persons walk on earth high thoughts in heavĕns doo dwell Renoum our Lord ring foorth his glorious name Whose goodnes no time fails sweet mercies still the same OBLAZE his acts ye now at rest that stand From hostile powĕr redeemd redeemd from strangers land Ye late dispersd now gathered by his grace From East from West from North yea from great Oceăns place In deserts wyld through uncouth invious ways All tired all forlorn they wandred nights and days With fainting spir̆its through thirst and hunger pin'd And no relief no steps towărd cultivĕd place could fynd IN need extreme when lo to God they cry He gracious hears their mone and help from heavĕn makes fly So strength renues so straying feet directs To peopled wals and safe from perils all protects O thankful then to God his grace confess His mervĕilous woork to men with ioious tongs express Who thirsting soule with waters sweet refreshd The empti fild and pace towărd longed home addresd IN darknes sad in shade of grisli death With irŏn and anguish bound who sighd their servile breath Il-ruled mynds that this and more deserv'd That Highests woord despysd from Gods advise that swarv'd When hart-burst clean they grovĕling rold in pain Ne hope of better saw nor place for worse remain IN need extreme to God their suit they bent Who pityĭng rueful plight from heavĕn sweet comfort sent He darknes dire grim shade of death dispels he cords from hands from feet he fetters burst repels O thankful then to God his grace confess His wondrous act to men with ioious tongs express Who brazen gates made all to fragments flee Brake bars of irŏn strong Lord and prison̆ers did enfree UNGOVERND fools transported by their lust From vertuŏus ways to vice when God severely iust Their wicked ioys afflicts such sicnes sends That soule abhorring meat at deaths pale door attends IN hour extreme to God then lo they cry Who gracious hears their grones and ease from heavĕn bids hy Doun comĕth his woord the per̆ishing soule to save And hasting life retracts from neer approached grave O thankful then to God his grace confess His mercies great to men with ioious tongs express And clensd in hart iust sacrifice of praise Let grateful hands yield vp renoum him all your days TO Seas in ships who Arts chief woork descend Adventrous harts by trade penurious state to mend Or spatious lakes who pass what wondrous sight Strange woorks of God in deep their staring looks affright Lo strait his woord tempestuŏus wynd dooth rear And roughest frouns on seas late smiling face appear Anon towărd heavĕns on back of arched wave They mount dismount in trise towărd hels unloveli cave As drunk they reel then melting harts gin fail Nought toil nought careful coorse of Masters skil avail IN case extreme when lo to God they cry Who gracious hears griev'd voice and help from heavĕn bids hy Strait wynds repose smooth hieu calmd seas regain Harts ioy woorks cheer til safe they long longd havĕn attain Then thankful ô to God his grace confess His merveils great to men with ioious tongs express And let Gods Church let faithful people hear Vowd praise in senat grave his mercies rare endeer HEE bubling springs chokes up with thirsti sand Yea rivers rich accursd dry desert makes to stand And fertile soil in plague of owners sin To saltnes damns whence fruit nor skil nor toil can win AGAIN his grace dry desert stores with pools Sends springs and bare burnt earth with fruitful moisture cools There hungri soules their citti sets to place Who sowe their grains plant vines years sweet return embrace Abounding food then blest with restful peace To numbers huge themselves their flocks and heards encrease BUT harts puft up soon spurning heavĕnli law Ah fools in chains of sin enchained tortures draw Oppression foul sad days unthriving care Their ioyles mynds abase their branching numbers bare He vyld contempt on woorthles Nobles pours And wayles wasts makes walk chasĕd out from lordli towĕrs Yet godli poor raizd up from pressing need As tree makes branch as flock his branched race to breed THESE things the iust with reverend ioy shal see And wicked mynds and mouths appald and stopt shal bee Who then is wise these sights to hart to lay Gods goodnes they shal learn Gods praises they display PSALM 110. The Prophet DAVID foresheweth the everlasting Kingdom and Priesthood of Christ who after his Ascension sitting at the Right hand of God should send out his forces from Sion and Ierusalem to reduce the world unto him Which spiritual warfare should take so wonderful effect that not onli at the veri beginning infinite multitudes should adioin themselfs to the Church but in short time also the Empire of Rome it self then Head of mani Nations with other great kingdoms should be conquered and subdued unto the obedience of Christ and his law The proof whereof to the later ages did manifestly appear THE Lord said to my Lord Thow at my right-hand sit While foes their necks I to thy feet as foot-stool make submit From Sion seat of Grace the Lord thy scepters might Through world shal send midst all thy foes bear rule thou Prince of light What day thy warli ranks shal high exploit begin The people prest with cheerful strife to serve thee shal com in Anon as prime of morn with silvĕri perls of dew Al-spreds the world like troops thy youth in sacred house shal shew THE Lord who will not change hath sworn fair Prince to thee A Priest thou art Melchĭsedek like and ay that Priest shal bee This Prince who ' on thy right hand great King of heavĕn thus shines Each earthli King in ire shal crush that gainst his rule repines He Hĕthen with swoord shall iudge fields streets with corps shal straw Imperiăl Head whom Nations serve assubiect to his law As lightning swift shal run in way of torrent drink Thus gloriŏus head triumphant raize while danted foes doo shrink PSALM III. The Psalmist here sings the praises of God both for his glorious woorks and for his gracious acts toward the Israelites in mercifully conducting them from the serviliti of Aegypt to the happi land of Canaan and therein chiefly for establishing to their everlasting good his sacred Law and Covenant In observance whereof true wisdom consisteth ALLELV-IA MY hart dooth heavĕnli heat enflame To sound high praise to glorious name Th'alglorious Lord midst rightĕous press In sacred senate