Psalterium Carolinum The devotions of His Sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, Rendred in Verse [by Thomas Stanley]. Set to Musick for 3 Voices and an Organ or Theorbo, By John Wilson |
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Ode V. Vpon his Majesties passing the Bill for Trienniall Parliaments.
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Ode V. Vpon his Majesties passing the Bill for Trienniall Parliaments.
To thee, my God, I still appeal,
Whose all discerning eyes reveal,
The clouds that humane thoughts conceal.
Whose all discerning eyes reveal,
The clouds that humane thoughts conceal.
A heart thou gav'st me to bestow
Much on my Subjects, which must now
Learn much from them to undergo.
Much on my Subjects, which must now
Learn much from them to undergo.
Thy will be done, and ours deny'd,
When most to thine, it seems ally'd
And theirs, who thee pretend their guid.
When most to thine, it seems ally'd
And theirs, who thee pretend their guid.
Instruct me wisely to employ
The Crosses, that my hopes destroy;
As the fullfillings of my joy.
The Crosses, that my hopes destroy;
As the fullfillings of my joy.
I rais'd my own feares, theirs t'abate,
Unsetled mine, to fix their State,
Who recompence my love with hate.
Unsetled mine, to fix their State,
Who recompence my love with hate.
In this darke Storme my Pilot be,
Which to make home, nor suffers me,
Nor elsewere, with security.
Which to make home, nor suffers me,
Nor elsewere, with security.
My life thou safely canst dispose,
Circled by friends, or toss'd by those
Who poyson what my love bestowes.
Circled by friends, or toss'd by those
Who poyson what my love bestowes.
My bounty they, I thine abuse:
Such Grace, such Penitence infuse,
We may not injure, thou accuse.
Such Grace, such Penitence infuse,
We may not injure, thou accuse.
May I their errours rightly see,
By their ingratitude to me,
Wisely reforming mine to thee.
By their ingratitude to me,
Wisely reforming mine to thee.
That though from temporall blessings thrown,
By sinns of others for my own;
Thy mercies may my sufferings crown.
By sinns of others for my own;
Thy mercies may my sufferings crown.
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