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         Porter, Walter, d. 1659.
      
       
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             Mottets of two voyces for treble or tenor and bass With the continued bass or score: to be performed to an organ, harpspycon, lute or bass-viol. Published by Walter Porter, who was one of the gentlemen of the Royal Chappel of the late King, and master of the choristers at Westminster. Basso continuo.
             Porter, Walter, d. 1659.
          
           [28] p.
           
             printed by William Godbid for the author,
             London :
             1657.
          
           
             The words "treble or tenor" are bracketed together on title page, and the word "bass" has a left bracket.
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           MOTTETS
           Of
           TWO
           VOYCES
           FOR
           TREBLE
           OR
           TENOR
           and
           BASS
           .
        
         
           With
           the
           CONTINUED
           BASS
           or
           SCORE
           :
           To
           be
           performed
           to
           an
           
             Organ
             ,
             Harpspycon
             ,
             Lute
          
           or
           Bass-Viol
           .
        
         
           PUBLISHED
           By
           
             WALTER
             PORTER
             ,
          
           Who
           was
           one
           of
           the
           Gentlemen
           of
           the
           Royal
           Chappel
           of
           the
           late
           King
           ,
           and
           Master
           of
           the
           Choristers
           at
           
             Westminster
             .
          
        
         
           BASSO
           CONTINUO
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           by
           WILLIAM
           GODBID
           for
           the
           Author
           .
           1657.
           
        
      
       
       
       
         
           To
           the
           highly
           Honour'd
           ,
           and
           most
           Hopefull
           Gentleman
           ,
           
             EDWARD
             LAVRENCE
          
           
             Esq
          
        
         
           
             SIR
             ,
          
        
         
           BEfore
           I
           pay
           my
           Debt
           to
           Nature
           ,
           I
           would
           willingly
           discharge
           the
           Debt
           I
           owe
           to
           your
           so
           many
           Civilities
           and
           Favours
           .
           And
           I
           should
           then
           Depart
           well
           pleas'd
           ;
           could
           I
           leave
           something
           to
           shew
           ,
           That
           I
           have
           Lived
           ;
           And
           a
           Testimony
           that
           I
           Died
           with
           the
           Honour
           of
           being
           knowne
           Your
           Servant
           .
           How
           farre
           These
           few
           MOTTETS
           (
           which
           I
           here
           humbly
           present
           you
           )
           will
           contribute
           to
           the
           Ambition
           of
           my
           Designe
           ;
           the
           Modesty
           of
           an
           Old
           Man
           ,
           alwayes
           distrusting
           his
           owne
           Compositions
           ,
           may
           make
           him
           suspect
           :
           Which
           yet
           cannot
           but
           find
           a
           Pardon
           ,
           if
           not
           a
           Patronage
           from
           a
           Soule
           so
           Harmonious
           as
           Yours
           .
           However
           the
           Offer
           is
           Pious
           ,
           and
           the
           Adventure
           Noble
           ,
           that
           I
           should
           Dare
           to
           put
           a
           Spirit
           (
           for
           the
           Note
           is
           That
           by
           which
           they
           Breath
           )
           into
           the
           Words
           of
           Excellent
           
             Sandys
             :
          
           Words
           so
           Pure
           and
           Proper
           ,
           as
           that
           
             David
          
           Himself
           would
           have
           sung
           them
           with
           Joy
           :
           I
           might
           without
           Prophanation
           have
           spoke
           higher
           .
           And
           had
           the
           Church
           of
           
             England
          
           but
           the
           Happiness
           to
           receive
           into
           Her
           Assemblies
           Those
           Psalms
           Thus
           Translated
           ;
           Her
           Enemies
           long
           before
           this
           would
           have
           turn'd
           their
           Scorn
           into
           Envy
           ,
           and
           Witty
           Atheists
           their
           Scoffs
           into
           Admiration
           .
           I
           am
           sure
           the
           Prudent
           Worshipper
           of
           God
           ,
           in
           stead
           of
           Scandal
           ,
           had
           receiv'd
           Delight
           .
           I
           complain
           not
           of
           all
           ;
           Some
           I
           confess
           are
           Tolerable
           .
           In
           the
           mean
           time
           I
           am
           among
           Those
           ,
           who
           Mourn
           to
           see
           ,
           These
           transcendently
           Holy
           Raptures
           even
           in
           Publick
           Worship
           exposed
           to
           so
           much
           Scandal
           and
           Scorn
           .
           I
           could
           not
           say
           less
           to
           Advance
           the
           Subject
           of
           my
           Mottets
           :
           Nor
           can
           I
           speak
           too
           much
           to
           Excuse
           the
           Meanness
           of
           the
           Composition
           :
           yet
           ,
           having
           followed
           the
           Grounds
           of
           an
           Art
           by
           me
           studied
           more
           then
           50
           years
           ,
           something
           in
           These
           may
           prove
           not
           unworthy
           of
           Your
           Eye
           :
           though
           the
           Author
           has
           at
           present
           little
           else
           to
           bring
           him
           forth
           from
           Obscurity
           ,
           then
           the
           Honour
           He
           hopes
           to
           receive
           of
           being
           acknowledged
           ,
        
         
           
             Sir
             ,
          
           
             Your
             ever
             oblieged
             and
             ready
             humble
             Servant
             
               W.
               P.
               
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           all
           Lovers
           of
           MUSICK
           .
        
         
           
             Gentlemen
             ,
          
        
         
           
             I
          
           Must
           confess
           the
           most
           of
           these
           Mottets
           were
           composed
           for
           a
           great
           Lover
           of
           Musick
           ,
           and
           my
           especial
           friend
           ,
           Sir
           
             Edward
             Spencer
             ,
          
           an
           Honorable
           
             Mecenas
          
           to
           all
           Virtuoso's
           known
           to
           him
           ;
           a
           person
           indued
           with
           exemplary
           gifts
           and
           virtues
           ,
           who
           I
           presum'd
           would
           have
           liv'd
           to
           have
           seen
           them
           published
           ,
           but
           God
           hath
           taken
           him
           ,
           unto
           whose
           glorious
           Name
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           he
           sings
           
             Alleluiahs
          
           in
           the
           Heavenly
           Quire
           :
           whose
           goodness
           ,
           though
           he
           be
           missing
           ,
           lives
           in
           his
           virtuous
           Lady
           ,
           continuing
           favours
           and
           noble
           respect
           to
           all
           he
           lov'd
           and
           esteemed
           ;
           giving
           them
           to
           understand
           ,
           their
           friend
           is
           not
           dead
           to
           them
           ,
           as
           long
           as
           she
           is
           living
           ,
           for
           which
           may
           she
           find
           her
           reward
           in
           heaven
           .
           This
           worthy
           friend
           of
           mine
           being
           taken
           away
           ,
           weighing
           my
           deep
           ingagements
           to
           several
           friends
           ,
           but
           disabled
           (
           being
           plung'd
           by
           these
           tempestuous
           times
           in
           many
           dangerous
           stormes
           of
           adversity
           ,
           and
           growing
           calamities
           )
           to
           retaliate
           their
           many
           civilities
           and
           courtesies
           ,
           yet
           willing
           ,
           notwithstanding
           ,
           to
           return
           some
           grateful
           acknowledgment
           ,
           resolv'd
           to
           tender
           these
           Mottets
           to
           them
           ,
           not
           offering
           them
           for
           their
           worthiness
           or
           merit
           ,
           but
           as
           a
           testimony
           and
           reall
           demonstration
           of
           my
           sincere
           and
           cordiall
           respect
           ,
           not
           having
           ,
           according
           to
           the
           blessed
           Apostle
           St.
           
             Peter
             ,
          
           either
           Gold
           or
           Silver
           ,
           but
           such
           as
           I
           have
           ,
           
             &c.
             
          
           My
           aim
           in
           the
           Composing
           these
           Divine
           Hymnes
           ,
           was
           at
           Good
           Ayre
           ,
           Variety
           ,
           and
           to
           marry
           the
           Words
           and
           Notes
           wel
           together
           ,
           according
           to
           the
           saying
           of
           that
           famous
           Musician
           ,
           Mr.
           
             Robert
             Johnson
          
           ;
           I
           desire
           those
           to
           whom
           any
           of
           these
           things
           shall
           come
           ,
           to
           have
           them
           well
           voic'd
           ,
           humor'd
           ,
           and
           sung
           right
           ,
           and
           to
           follow
           the
           rule
           of
           that
           excellent
           Musician
           ,
           my
           worthy
           friend
           ,
           Mr.
           
             Thomas
             Ford
             ,
          
           who
           familiarly
           said
           ,
           and
           knew
           it
           by
           experience
           ,
           that
           no
           Song
           could
           be
           so
           well
           sung
           and
           humor'd
           ,
           as
           that
           which
           was
           known
           to
           the
           Performers
           by
           practise
           :
           If
           you
           shall
           vouchsafe
           to
           follow
           his
           rule
           ,
           and
           satisfie
           my
           request
           ,
           I
           shall
           adventure
           to
           say
           with
           the
           
             Italian
             ,
             Spero
             Che
             questa
             cosa
             non
             vuol
             dispiacere
          
           :
           I
           hope
           these
           things
           will
           not
           displease
           you
           .
           The
           Inducement
           of
           my
           Composing
           of
           Parts
           onely
           ,
           was
           in
           regard
           of
           the
           scarcity
           of
           Voyces
           ,
           it
           being
           both
           difficult
           and
           troublesome
           to
           get
           two
           Voyces
           ,
           much
           more
           three
           or
           foure
           together
           ,
           to
           Sing
           Sure
           and
           Masterlike
           :
           And
           the
           Ignorant
           judge
           frequently
           by
           the
           Performance
           ,
           not
           by
           the
           Composition
           ;
           which
           caus'dthat
           unparalell'd
           Master
           of
           Musick
           ,
           my
           good
           Friend
           and
           
             Maestro
             ,
          
           to
           vindicate
           a
           good
           Composition
           ill
           performed
           ,
           affirming
           that
           had
           he
           been
           
             Rector
             Chori
             ,
          
           he
           would
           have
           made
           that
           Song
           before
           judg'd
           had
           ,
           to
           have
           pass'd
           for
           good
           .
           So
           advantagious
           and
           necessary
           is
           the
           Iudicious
           ordering
           and
           management
           of
           Musick
           .
           This
           I
           am
           to
           advertise
           you
           ,
           that
           you
           are
           to
           sing
           but
           where
           there
           are
           Words
           ,
           or
           this
           signe
           of
           Repetition
           
           ,
           having
           made
           the
           Singing
           Bass
           a
           Thorough
           Bass
           ;
           and
           that
           all
           the
           Words
           of
           these
           Mottets
           are
           taken
           out
           of
           the
           learned
           Poet
           Mr.
           
             George
             Sandys
          
           his
           Paraphrase
           on
           the
           Holy
           Psalmes
           of
           
             David
             ,
          
           but
           onely
           the
           Third
           and
           Fifth
           .
           So
           entreating
           your
           Acceptance
           and
           charitable
           censure
           ,
           as
           also
           to
           amend
           the
           defects
           of
           the
           Composition
           in
           your
           well-performance
           ,
           I
           rest
        
         
           
             Yours
             in
             all
             love
             WALTER
             PORTER
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           Mottets
           of
           
             2
          
           Voyces
           .
           
             Basso
             continuo
             .
          
           Walter
           Porter
           .
        
         
           
             To
             Sir
             WILLIAM
             OVVEN
             .
             I.
             
          
           
             
             WHen
             Israel
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Sir
             JOHN
             THOROVVGOOD
             .
             II.
             
          
           
             Vers.
             
             
             O
             Blest
             estate
             
             
             
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Sir
             EDVVARD
             SEBRIGHT
             .
             III.
             
          
           
             
             BEhold
             
             
             
             S.
             
             
             S.
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             Psal.
             134.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             EDVVARD
             MONTAGUE
             .
             IV.
             
          
           
             
             HOw
             long
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             JOHN
             MOSTYN
             ,
             
               Esq
            
             V.
             
          
           
             
             I
             Will
             lift
             up
             
             
             
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               E
               S.
               
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Sir
             JOHN
             BROVVN
             ,
             
               Esq
            
             VI
             .
          
           
             First
             part
             .
             
             WHo
             knows
             the
             terror
             
             Second
             part
             .
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             To
             JUSTINIAN
             PAGET
             ,
             
               Esq
            
             VII
             .
          
           
             Chor.
             Vers.
             
             
             THy
             bounty
             
             Chor.
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             WILLIAM
             SETTERTHVVAIT
             .
             X.
             
          
           
             First
             part
             .
             
             CAst
             off
             
             
             
             Second
             part
             .
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             LAMBERT
             ORBERSTYN
             .
             IX
             .
          
           
             Vers.
             
             
             WHen
             I
             the
             bold
             
             Chor.
             Vers.
             
             
             Vers.
             
             
             Last
             Chor.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             RICHARD
             BUSBY
             .
             X.
             
          
           
             First
             part
             .
             
             GReat
             God
             of
             Hosts
             
             
             
             Second
             part
             .
             
               How
               long
               shall
               they
               ,
            
             &c.
             
             
             WHo
             strangers
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Captain
             WILLIAM
             CRESSET
             .
             XI
             .
          
           
             Vers.
             
             
             BUt
             O
             thrice
             blessed
             he
             
             Chor.
             Vers.
             
             
             Chor.
             Ver.
             
             
             
             
             Chor.
             Vers.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             JAMES
             HOVVEL
             
               Esq
            
             XII
             .
          
           
             
             MY
             ravisht
             Soul
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             GEORGE
             PALMER
             .
             XIII
             .
          
           
             Vers.
             Chorus
             3
             times
             over
             .
             
             LOrd
             showre
             on
             us
             
             Vers.
             
             
             Vers.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             Vers.
             
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             Chor.
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
      
       
       
       
         
           Mottets
           of
           
             2
          
           Voyces
           .
           
             BASSUS
             .
          
           Walter
           Porter
           .
        
         
           
             To
             JOHN
             MOSTYN
             ,
             
               Esq
            
             V.
             
          
           
             
               Vers.
               
            
             
             
               I
               VVill
               lift
               up
            
             Ev'n
             from
             the
             
             Lord
             my
             help
             doth
             come
             ,
             who
             made
             of
             Heav'n
             and
             Earth
             the
             total
             sum
             
             See
             see
             and
             behold
             ,
             for
             he
             that
             
               Israel
            
             keeps
             
             shall
             not
             be
             seiz'd
             with
             slumber
             nor
             with
             sleep
             :
             
             Neither
             the
             Sun
             by
             Day
             ,
             nor
             the
             Moon
             nor
             the
             Moon
             by
             Night
             ;
             
               Chor.
               
            
             
             nay
             ,
             th'
             Lord
             himself
             preserve
             preserve
             thy
             Soul
             with
             light
             :
             The
             
             Lord
             preserve
             thy
             going
             out
             ,
             and
             coming
             in
             ,
             for
             evermore
             ,
             for
             evermore
             ,
             
             from
             hurt
             or
             sin
             ,
             from
             hurt
             or
             wrong
             ,
             from
             shame
             or
             sin
             .
             
             
          
           
             
               E.
               S.
               
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             JOHN
             BROVVN
             
               Esq
            
             VI
             .
          
           
             
               First
               part
               .
            
             
             WHo
             knows
             the
             terror
             of
             thy
             wrath
             ,
             or
             to
             thy
             dreadful
             anger
             hath
             pro
             
             -
             portion'd
             his
             due
             fear
             ?
             Teach
             us
             to
             number
             our
             frail
             daies
             ,
             that
             we
             our
             
             Hearts
             to
             thee
             to
             thee
             may
             raise
             ,
             and
             wisely
             sin
             forbear
             .
             
               Second
               part
               .
            
             
             Lord
             ,
             O
             how
             long
             !
             at
             length
             relent
             !
             and
             of
             our
             miseries
             repent
             ;
             thy
             early
             
             mercy
             shew
             :
             That
             we
             may
             unknown
             comfort
             unknown
             comfort
             taste
             :
             For
             
             those
             long
             dayes
             of
             sorrow
             past
             ,
             as
             long
             of
             joy
             bestow
             .
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             JUSTINIAN
             PAGET
             
               Esq
            
             VII
             .
          
           
             
               Chorus
            
             
             THe
             Bounty
             of
             
               Iehovah
            
             praise
             :
             This
             God
             of
             gods
             all
             Scepters
             swaies
             .
             
               Vers.
               Chor.
               
            
             
             For
             from
             the
             King
             of
             Kings
             eternal
             mercy
             springs
             .
          
           
             
               Him
               praise
               who
               fram'd
               the
               arched
               Skie
               ;
            
             
               Those
               Orbs
               that
               move
               so
               orderlie
               .
            
             
               Firm
               Earth
               above
               ,
            
             
               The
               Flouds
               that
               move
            
          
           
             
               Display'd
               and
               rais'd
               the
               Hils
               on
               high
               .
            
             
               For
               from
               the
               King
               of
               Kings
            
             
               Eternal
               mercy
               springs
               .
            
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             WILLIAM
             SETTERTHVVAIT
             .
             VIII
             .
          
           
             
               First
               part
               .
            
             
             CAst
             off
             ,
             and
             scattered
             scattered
             in
             thine
             Ire
             in
             thine
             Ire
             :
             Lord
             on
             our
             
             woes
             with
             pity
             pity
             look
             .
             The
             Lands
             inforc'd
             inforc'd
             foundations
             shook
             in
             
             -
             forc'd
             foundations
             shook
             ;
             whose
             yawning
             ruptures
             sighs
             sighs
             sighs
             expire
             .
             
             O
             O
             cure
             the
             breaches
             the
             breaches
             thou
             hast
             rent
             ,
             and
             make
             her
             make
             her
             
             firmly
             firmly
             permanent
             .
             
               Second
               part
               .
            
             
             Our
             Souls
             thou
             hast
             with
             sorrow
             fed
             with
             sorrow
             fed
             ;
             and
             mad'st
             us
             drink
             of
             
             deadly
             deadly
             Wine
             :
             Yet
             now
             yet
             now
             thy
             Ensigns
             giv'st
             to
             thine
             thy
             Ensigns
             
             giv'st
             to
             thine
             to
             thine
             Ev'n
             when
             beset
             with
             trem-bling
             dread
             that
             we
             thy
             
             Banner
             may
             display
             ,
             that
             we
             thy
             Banner
             may
             display
             ,
             whilest
             truth
             to
             
             conquest
             conquest
             makes
             our
             way
             .
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             LAMBERT
             ORBERSTYN
             .
             IX
             .
          
           
             
               Vers.
               
            
             
             
               WHen
               I
               the
               bold
               Chor.
               Vers.
               
            
             
             become
             of
             all
             abhorr'd
             .
             Their
             words
             are
             vain
             and
             full
             and
             full
             of
             guile
             ;
             they
             
             wisdome
             from
             their
             hearts
             their
             hearts
             exile
             ;
             forsaken
             Virtue
             hate
             :
             Who
             
               Chor.
               Last
               Chor.
               
            
             
             mischief
             on
             their
             beds
             contrive
             ,
             and
             vices
             propagate
             .
             Let
             not
             the
             feet
             of
             
             pride
             of
             pride
             de-feat
             ,
             nor
             such
             as
             are
             in
             mischief
             in
             mischief
             great
             my
             guiltless
             
             Soul
             surprise
             .
             The
             workers
             of
             Iniquitie
             are
             falne
             are
             falne
             like
             Meteors
             
             from
             the
             skie
             :
             cast
             down
             ,
             cast
             down
             ,
             no
             more
             to
             rise
             .
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             WILLIAM
             FULLER
             .
             XIV
             .
          
           
             
             WHo
             knows
             who
             knows
             what
             his
             offences
             be
             ?
             From
             secret
             sins
             O
             
             clense
             O
             clense
             thou
             me
             !
             And
             from
             presumptuous
             crimes
             restrain
             ;
             nor
             let
             them
             
             in
             thy
             Servant
             reign
             :
             so
             shall
             I
             live
             in
             Innocence
             ,
             so
             shal
             I
             live
             in
             Innocence
             ,
             not
             
             spotted
             with
             that
             great
             offence
             that
             great
             offence
             .
             My
             Fortress
             ,
             my
             Deliverer
             ;
             
             O
             let
             the
             prayers
             my
             lips
             prefer
             prefer
             ,
             &
             thoughts
             which
             from
             my
             heart
             arise
             ,
             
             be
             acceptable
             be
             acceptable
             in
             thine
             eyes
             .
             
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             ROBERT
             COLEMAN
             .
             XV
             .
          
           
             
               Vers.
               
            
             
             
               THou
               Mover
               Chor.
               
            
             
             As
             Servants
             mark
             their
             Masters
             hands
             ,
             as
             Maids
             their
             Mistresses
             comVers
             .
             
             
             -
             mands
             ,
             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
             to
             
               Chor.
               
            
             
             give
             our
             miseries
             an
             end
             ,
             and
             turn
             our
             tears
             our
             tears
             to
             joy
             .
             Till
             he
             in
             mercy
             
             shall
             descend
             to
             give
             our
             miseries
             an
             end
             ,
             and
             turn
             our
             tears
             our
             tears
             to
             joy
             .
             
               Last
               Chor.
               
            
             
             O
             save
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             O
             save
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             us
             ,
             Lord
             ,
             by
             all
             forlorn
             ,
             the
             
             subject
             of
             contempt
             and
             scorn
             ,
             the
             subject
             of
             contempt
             of
             contempt
             and
             scorn
             
             and
             scorn
             .
             Defend
             us
             from
             their
             pride
             ,
             who
             live
             in
             fluency
             and
             ease
             ;
             who
             Slow
             time
             .
             
             
             who
             with
             our
             woes
             their
             malice
             please
             ,
             and
             miseries
             deride
             .
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             EDVVARD
             WORMAL
             .
             XVI
             .
          
           
             
             O
             Happy
             he
             ,
             who
             God
             obeys
             ,
             nor
             from
             his
             directions
             strays
             :
             thou
             shalt
             
             of
             thy
             labours
             feed
             ;
             all
             shall
             to
             thy
             wish
             thy
             wish
             succeed
             :
             Like
             a
             fair
             and
             
             fruitful
             Vine
             ,
             by
             thy
             House
             thy
             Wife
             shal
             join
             :
             Sons
             ,
             obedient
             to
             command
             ,
             
             Shall
             about
             thy
             Table
             stand
             ;
             shall
             
             like
             green
             plants
             of
             Olives
             ,
             set
             
             by
             the
             moistning
             rivulet
             .
             He
             who
             fears
             the
             power
             above
             ,
             thus
             shall
             prosper
             
             in
             his
             love
             .
             God
             shall
             thee
             from
             
               Sion
            
             bless
             ;
             thou
             shalt
             joy
             
             in
             the
             suc
             
             cess
             which
             the
             Lord
             will
             
               Salem
            
             give
             ,
             while
             thou
             hast
             a
             day
             to
             live
             ;
             thou
             shalt
             
             see
             thou
             shalt
             see
             our
             
               Israels
            
             peace
             ,
             and
             thy
             childrens
             large
             increase
             .
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             Mr.
             JOHN
             HILTON
             ,
             
               B.
               M.
            
             XVII
             .
          
           
             
               Vers.
               Chor.
               
            
             
             
               MY
               Soul
            
             In
             misery
             he
             heard
             he
             heard
             thy
             cry
             ,
             to
             him
             thy
             
               Vers.
               
            
             
             Prayers
             thy
             Prayers
             direct
             .
             Sorrows
             of
             Death
             my
             Soul
             assail'd
             ,
             the
             greedy
             
               Chor.
               
            
             
             jaws
             of
             Hell
             of
             Hell
             prevail'd
             :
             Deprest
             deprest
             with
             grief
             ,
             when
             all
             relief
             and
             
               Vers.
               Chor.
               
            
             
             humane
             pity
             fail'd
             ;
             O
             from
             the
             Grave
             thy
             Servant
             thy
             
               Last
               Chor.
               
            
             
             Servant
             save
             ;
             for
             mercy
             lives
             in
             thee
             .
             The
             Innocent
             and
             long
             distrest
             ;
             the
             
             humble
             mind
             by
             wrongs
             opprest
             ;
             thy
             favour
             still
             preserves
             from
             ill
             :
             My
             
             Soul
             then
             take
             then
             take
             thy
             rest
             .
             
             
             
          
           
             
               George
               Sandys
               .
            
          
           
        
      
    
    

