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 |
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V. To John Mostyn, Esq
I vvill lift up Ev'n from the Lord my help doth comeI 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; 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.
VI. To John Brovvn Esq
Who knows the terror of thy wrathWho knows the terror of thy wrath, or to thy dreadful anger hath proportion'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.
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.
VII. To Justinian Paget Esq
This God of gods all Scepters swaies.
For from the King of Kings
Eternal mercy springs.
Those Orbs that move so orderlie.
Firm Earth above,
The Flouds that move
For from the King of Kings
Eternal mercy springs.
VIII. To Mr. William Setterthvvait.
Cast off, and scattered scattered in thine IreCast 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 inforc'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.
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 trembling dread that we thy Banner may display, that we thy Banner may display, whilest truth to conquest conquest makes our way.
IX. To Mr. Lambert Orberstyn.
When I the bold become of all abhorr'dWhen I the bold 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 mischief on their beds contrive, and vices propagate. Let not the feet of pride of pride defeat, 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.
XIV. To Mr. William Fuller.
Who knows who knows what his offences be?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.
XV. To Mr. Robert Coleman.
Thou Mover As Servants mark their Masters handsThou Mover As Servants mark their Masters hands, as Maids their Mistresses commands, 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 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. 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 who with our woes their malice please, and miseries deride.
XVI. To Mr. Edvvard Wormal.
O happy be, who God obeysO happy be, 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 success 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.
XVII. To Mr. John Hilton, B. M.
My Soul In misery he heard he heard thy cryMy Soul In misery he heard he heard thy cry, to him thy Prayers thy Prayers direct. Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd, the greedy jaws of Hell of Hell prevail'd. Deprest deprest with grief, when all relief and humane pity fail'd; O from the Grave thy Servant thy 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.
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