CHOICE PSALMES PUT I …

CHOICE PSALMES PUT INTO MUSICK, For Three Voices.

The most of which may properly enough be sung by any three, with a Thorough Base.

COMPOS'D by Henry and William Lawes, Brothers; and Servants to His Majestie.

With divers Elegies, set in Musick by sev'rall Friends, upon the death of WILLIAM LAWES.

And at the end of the Thorough Base are added nine Canons of Three and Foure Voices, made by William Lawes.

LONDON, Printed by James Young, for Humphrey Moseley, at the Prince's Armes in S. Pauls Church-yard, and for Richard Wodenothe, at the Star under S. Peters Church in Corn-hill. 1648.

Carolus D: G: Rex Ang: Sco: Fran: et Hiber:

[...]Regi, Regis, &c. Regum Ar╌ca╌na cano.

Henricus Lawes Regiae Majestatis à sacra Musica.

TO HIS Most Sacred Majestie, CHARLES, BY THE GRACE OF GOD, King of great Brittaine, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c.

I Could not answer mine owne Conscience (most Gracious Soveraigne) should I dedicate these Com­positions to any but Your Majestie; they were born and nourish'd in Your Majesties service, and long since design'd (such as they are) an Offering to Your Royall hand. Many of them were compos'd by my Brother ( William Lawes,) whose life and endeavours were devoted [Page] to Your service; whereof, I (who knew his heart) am a surviving witnesse, and therein he persisted to that last minute, when he fell a willing Sacrifice for Your Majestie: I were unworthy such a Bro­ther, should I tender ought that is his, or mine, to any but our Graci­ous Master (from whose Royall Bounty both of us receiv'd all we injoy'd;) and such an Inscription would not only seem a Theft and Alienation of what is Your Majesties, but (which I most abhorre) would make me taste of these ungratefull dayes. Your Majestie knowes when the Regall Prophet first penn'd these Psalmes, he gave them to the Musitians to be set to tunes; and they humbly brought them to David the King. Besides, M r. Sandys inscribes his Translation to Your Sacred Majestie; so that this I offer is Your Majesties in all ca­pacities, and doth not so properly come, as rebound back to Your Ma­jestie. I was easily drawn to this presumption, by Your Majesties known particular affection to David's Psalmes, both because the Psalter is held by all Divines one of the most excellent parts of holy Scripture; as also in regard much of Your Majesties present condition, is lively described by King David's pen. The King of Heaven and Earth restore Your Majestie according to Your own righteous heart, which is the daily earnest prayer of

Your Majesties most humble, most loyally devoted Subject and Servant, HENRY LAWES.

To the READER.

THese following Compositions of mine and my Brothers, set at severall times, and upon severall Occasions, (having been often heard, and well approv'd of, chiefly by such as desire to joyne Musick with Devotion) I have been much importuned to send to the Presse, and should not easily have been perswaded to it now, (especially in these disso­nant times) but to doe a Right (or at least to shew my Love) to the Memory of my (Brother, unfortunately lost in these unnaturall Warres; yet lyes in the Bed of Honour, and expir'd in the Service and Defence of the King his Master. Living, he was generally known, and (for his Parts) much honoured by Persons of best quality and condition. To give a further Cha­racter of him I shall forbeare, because of my neer relation, and rather referre that to those Elegies which many of his noble Friends have written in a pe­culiar Book: But, as to what he hath done in Musick, I shall desire the present and the future Age, that so much of his Works as are here published, may be re­ceived, as the least part of what he hath compos'd, and but a small Testimony of his greater Compositions, (too voluminous for the Presse) which I the rather now [Page] mention, lest being, as they are, disperst into private hands, they may chance be hereafter lost; for, besides his Fancies of the Three, Foure, Five and Six Parts to the Viols and Organ, he hath made above thirty severall sorts of Musick for Voices and Instruments: Neither was there any Instrument then in use, but he compos'd to it so aptly, as if he had only studied that. As for that which is my part in this Composition, I had not thought at all (though much urg'd) to pub­lish; but that, as they had their birth at the same time with his, and are of the same kinde, so they might enter both into the light together, and accompany one another being so neere allied; Mine taking precedence of order only, not of worth. I may be thought too partiall in what I have spoke of a Brother; but here are fol­lowing many of our Friends and Fellowes, (whose excellency in Musick is very well knowne) who doe better speak for him, while they mourne his Obsequies: yet I (oblig'd before all other) cannot but bewaile his losse, and shall celebrate his me­mory to my last houre.

Henry Lawes.

To the Incomparable Brothers, M r. Henry, and M r. William Lawes (Servants to His Majestie) upon the setting of these Psalmes.

THe various Musick, both for Aire and Art,
These Arch-Musicians, in their sev'rall waies
Compos'd, and Acted, merit higher praise
Then wonder-wanting knowledge can impart.
Brothers in blood, in Science and Affection,
Belov'd by those that envie their Renowne;
In a False Time true Servants to the Crowne:
Lawes of themselves, needing no more direction.
The depth of Musique one of them did sound,
The t'other took his flight into the aire:
O then thrice happy and industrious paire,
That both the depth and height of Musique found.
Which my sweet Friend, the life of Lovers pens,
In so milde manner hath attain'd to do,
He looks the better, and his hearers too;
So in exchange all Ladies are his friends.
And when our Meditations are too meane
To keep their raptures longer on the wing,
They soar'd up to that Prophet and that King,
Whose Love is God, and Heav'n his glorious Scene:
Setting his Psalmes, whereby both they and we
May singing rise to immortalitie.
A. Tounshend.

To his Friend M r. Henry Lawes, upon his Compositions.

TO chaine wilde Winds, calme raging Seas, recall
From profound Hell, and raise to Heav'n, are all
Of Harmony no fables, but true story;
Man has within a storme, a paine, a glory:
And these in me struck by that art divine,
Submit to Musique, above all to thine.
J. Harington.

To my Friend M r. Henry Lawes.

HArry, whose tunefull and well measur'd song
First taught our English Music how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas eares, committing short and long,
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng,
With praise enough for Envie to look wan:
To after age thou shalt be writ the man
That with smooth Aire couldst humour best our tongue.
Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must lend her wing
To honour thee, the Priest of Phoebus Quire,
That tun'st their happiest Lines in hymne or
The story of Ariadne set by him in Music.
story.
Dantè shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
Then his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing,
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.
J. Milton.

To my worthy Friend (and Countriman,) M r. Henry Lawes, upon his owne, and his Brother M r. William Lawes's incomparable Works.

WHere shall I place my wonder, when I see
Such right in both to't, such equalitie
Of worth in either, that it cann't be knowne
Which does the greatest, and the highest owne?
So when two Tapers mixe their beames, we say,
Not this more lustre has, or that more ray;
But each has title to the light, and they
Make up one, common, undistinguish'd day:
Or, as when th' Flamen divers incense fires,
The perfume severs not, but in one aspires;
So that from this Spice, or that piece of Gum,
We cannot say, such, or such odours come:
But mounting in a generall unknowne cloud,
The wonder of the breath's to each allow'd;
So here, such equall worth from each does flow,
That to each light, to each we incense owe.
'Twas no necessitie (yet) this Union made,
(As when a weaker light does droop, and fade,
Unlesse assisted by another) No:
Each singly could full beames and odours throw.
No wanton, ruder aires affright your eare;
Th'are pious only, and chaste numbers here:
(Such was that lovely Poean, when the displeas'd
Incensed God th' Achaick Host appeas'd,)
[Page]Becoming or the Temple, or the Shrine,
Fit to the words they speak; like them, divine.
Such numbers does the soule consist of, where she
Meeting a glance of her owne harmonie,
Moves to those sounds she heares; and goes along
With the whole sense and passion of the song;
So to an equall height, two strings being wound,
This trembles with the others stroke; and th' sound
Which stirr'd this first, the other does awake,
And the same harmonie they both partake.
Nor doe they only with the soule agree
In this; they share too in its eternitie:
And this, the one part of this work has tri'd;
For, though himselfe remov'd, this does abide,
And shall doe ever: here, his memory
Shall still survive, and contemne destiny.
The same waits you (Sir) and when e'r you'r sent
From us, you'll live here your owne monument.
Fr. Sambrooke.

Of 3. Voc. Bassus.

I.

Henry Lawes.

[...] THat man is truly blest, who never strayes by false advice, nor walks in sinners waies; nor sits infected with their scornfull pride, who God contemne, and pietie deride: He shall be like the tree that spreads his root by living streams, producing timely fruit; his leafe shall never fall: The Lord shall blesse all his endeavours with desir'd successe, the Lord shall blesse all his endeavours with desir'd, desir'd successe.

II.

Henry Lawes.

[...] WHo trusts in thee, O let not shame deject, thou ever Just, my chased soule secure: Lord lend a willing eare, with speed protect, be thou my rock with thy strong arme immure.

III.

Henry Lawes.

[...] O Thou from whom all mercy springs, com­passionate my sufferings, and pitie me who trusts in thee: O shelter with thy shady wings, untill these stormes of woe cleere up, or o╌ver blow.

IV.

Henry Lawes.

[...] NOt in thy wrath against me rise, nor in thy fury Lord chastise: Thy arrowes wound, naile to the ground, to the ground, thy hand upon mee, thy hand upon mee lyes.

V.

Henry Lawes.

[...] LOrd judge my cause, thy piercing eye beholds my soules inte╌grity. How can I fall, when I, and all my hopes on thee relye? when I, and all my hopes on thee relye.

VI.

Henry Lawes.

[...] CAst off and scatter'd in thine ire, Lord on our woes with pitie look: The Lands inforc'd foun­dations shook, whose yawning ruptures sighes expire. O cure the breaches thou hast rent, and make them firmly permanent.

VII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] THy beauty Israel is fled, sunk to the dead, sunk, &c. How are the valiant, the valiant falne? the slain, the slain thy moun­taines staine. O let it not in Gath be knowne, nor in the streets of Askalon, lest that sad story should excite their dire delight, lest in the torrent of our woe, of our woe their pleasure flow; lest their tri­umphant daughters ring their Cimbals, ring their Cimbals, ring their Cimbals, and curs'd Peans sing, ring their Cimbals, and curs'd Peans sing.

VIII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] WIth sighes and cries to God I pray'd, to him my supplication made; powr'd out my teares, powr'd out my teares, my cares and feares, my wrongs before him laid, before him laid.

IX.

Henry Lawes.

[...] LOrd, for thy promise sake defend, and thy all-saving shield extend. O heare my cries, my cries, O heare my cries, which with wet eyes and sighes to thee ascend, and sighes to thee, and sighes to thee ascend.

X.

Henry Lawes.

[...] O Heare my cries, O heare my cries, preserve his life, who will thy Lawes, thy Lawes obey, and just commands fulfill: Mine eyes out-watch the night, my cries prevent the ear╌ly morne, in due devotion spent; heare and revive, and revive, thy justice execute on lawlesse men; but thine owne preserve from their pursuit: Thy ost tri'd mercies ever are at hand, thy judgements on eternall Bases stand, thy judgements, thy judgements on eternall Bases stand, on eternall Bases stand.

XI.

Henry Lawes.

[...] WOe is me, that I from Israel exi╌led must in Mesech dwell, and in the tents, in the tents of Is­mael. O how long shall I live with those, whose savage minds sweet peace oppose, and fury by disswasion growes, by &c. and fury, &c.

XII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] TO heare me Lord be thou inclin'd, my thoughts O ponder in thy minde, and let my cries acceptance find: Thou hearst my morning sacrifice, to thee, before the day-starre rise, my pray'rs ascend, my, &c. my, &c. ascend with stedfast eyes.

XIII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] LOrd showre on us thy grace, inrich with gifts divine: Let thy illustrious face upon thy ser­vants shine, that all below the arched skie, may thee and thy salva­tion know, salvation know.

XIV.

Henry Lawes.

[...] HOw are the Gentiles all on fire? why rage they with vaine menacings? Earths haughty Po­tentates and Kings 'gainst God, against his Christ conspire: Break we (say they) their servile bands, and cast their cords, cast their cords from our free hands.

XV.

Henry Lawes.

[...] HAppy he, happy he, who God obeyes, nor from his direction strayes: Thou shalt of thy labours feed, all shall to thy wish, all, &c. all shall to thy wish succeed. Like a faire and fruitfull Vine, by thy house thy wife shall joyne; sons obedient to command, shall about, shall about thy table stand: Like green plants of Olives set by the moistning Rivolet, he who feares the pow'r above, thus shall prosper in his love.

XVI.

Henry Lawes.

[...] LAudate Dominum omnes Gentes: Laudate eum omnes Populi: Quoniam confirmata est, con­firmata est super nos miseri╌cor╌dia ejus, & veritas Domini manet in aeternum, & veritas Domini manet in aeter╌num, manet in aeternum, in aeternum, aeter╌num.

XVII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] DEprest with griefe, deprest, &c. deprest with griefe, when all reliefe and humane pitie fail'd, I cri'd, My God, O look on me thou ever Just, thou ever Just th' afflicted free. O from the grave, O from the grave thy servant save, O from, &c. for mercy, for mer╌cy lives in thee: O from the grave, O from the grave thy servant save, thy servant save, for mercy lives in thee.

XVIII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] BLest, O thrice blest is he, O thrice, &c. whose sins remitted be; and whose impieties God covers from his eyes, to whom his sins are not imputed as forgot, his soule with guile unstain'd: while silent I remain'd, my bones consum'd, my bones consum'd away, my bones, &c. I roared all the day, I roared all the day; for on me day and night thy hand did heavie light: I then my sins confest, how far I had transgrest, when all I had reveal'd, thy hand, thy hand my pardon seal'd, thy hand my pardon seal'd.

XIX.

Henry Lawes.

[...] LOrd, to my pray'r, to my pray'r encline, encline thine eare, and thy afflicted, afflicted servant heare; nor these salt rivers of mine eyes, these salt rivers of mine eyes, my God despise: A stranger as my fathers were, a stranger, &c. I sojourne here, I sojourne here. O let me gather strength before I passe away, before I passe away, and be no more, before I passe, I passe away, and be no more.

XX.

Henry Lawes.

[...] WHen griefe, when griefe my lab'ring soul confounds, thou powrest balme, thou, &c. thou powrest balme into her wounds; for thou, O Lord, art my defence, my refuge, my refuge and my recompence: The vicious shall by vices fall, by their owne sins be swept, be swept from hence. God shall cut off their breath, God shall cut off their breath, and give them up, and give them up to death.

XXI.

Henry Lawes.

[...] LEt our foes with terrour quake, with terrour quake; let the earths foundation shake: Judgement our great God affects, yet with e╌quity directs, yet with equity directs. These celestiall twins imbrace, these reflect on Jacobs race: O how ho­ly, O how holy above all honour, honour, and at his footstoole fall.

XXII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] HOw long? Lord, how long? how long? how long, O Lord? let me not for ever be forgot. How long? how long, my God, wilt thou contract thy clouded brow? contract, &c. How long in mind perplext shall I be daily vext? Consider and heare my cries, illuminate mine eyes, lest with ex­hausted breath I ever sleep, I e╌ver sleep in death.

XXIII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] ACcept my pray'rs, nor to the cry of my affliction stop thine eare: Lord, in the time of misery and sad restraint, se╌rene appeare; the sighing of my spirit heare, and when I call, with speed reply.

XXIV.

Henry Lawes.

[...] THe bounty of Jehovah praise, this God of gods all scepters swayes: Thanks to the Lord of lords afford, and his amazing wonders blaze; for from the King of kings eternall mercy springs.

XXV.

Henry Lawes.

[...] YOu who the Lord adore, and at his Altar wait, and keep your watch, and, &c. before the threshold of his gate, his praises sing, his praises sing by silent night, till cheerfull light, till, &c. till cheerfull light i'th Orient spring.

XXVI.

Henry Lawes.

[...] NOw the Lord his reign begins, thron'd between the Cherubins: O how great in Sions Towr's! high a­bove, high above all earthly pow'rs. Great and terrible his Name, since so holy, praise the same, since so holy, since so holy, praise the same. On his holy Hill glory, glorifie and worship still, and worship still. Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah.

XXVII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] NOw in the winter of my yeares, of my yeares, when time hath snow'd upon my haires, upon, &c. Abandon, &c. abandon not, O Lord, till I unto this age proclaime thy mighty pow'r in songs, the same, &c. unto the next record, till, &c. thy mighty pow'r in songs unto the next record.

XXVIII.

Henry Lawes.

[...] THe King Jehovah with thy justice crowne, and in a God-like reigne his Son renowne; he shall with equity thy people sway, and judgement, and judgement in the scales, and judgement in the scales of justice weigh. He shall descend like plenty, like plenty dropping showres, which clothe the earth, and fill her lap, and fill her lap, and fill her lap with flowres.

XXIX.

Henry Lawes.

[...] MY soule, my soule, my soule and all my faculties Jeho­vah praise; sing, sing, sing till the skies re-eccho, re-eccho his ascending fame: My soule, my soule, O celebrate his Name; for he will not e╌ver chide, nor constant to his wrath abide; but mildly from his wrath re­lents, and shortens our due punishments, and shortens our due punish­ments: His glorious Name, with sweet accord, joyne thou my soule, joyne thou my soule to praise the Lord.

XXX.

Bassus.
Henry Lawes.

[...] OUr fervent soules on God attend, our help, who only can defend, who only, &c. in whom our hearts exult for joy, in whom, &c. because we on his Name relye. Great God, to us propitious be, as we have fixt our hopes on thee, as we have fixt, have fixt our hopes on thee. Halle­luiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Hal­leluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halle╌luiah, Halleluiah.

A Pastorall Elegie to the memory of my deare Brother, William Lawes.

Of 3. Voc. Bassus.

[...] CEase, O cease, ye jolly Shepherds, cease your merry layes; Pipe no more, in medowes green, crown'd with Ivie and with Bayes: let your flockes no more be seen on the verdant hillocks spread; but tune your oaten reeds with sadest notes, with sadest notes to mourn: for gentle Willy, your lov'd Lawes is [Page] [...]dead. Weep Shepherd Swaines, weep Shepherd Swaines, for him that was the glory of your plaines: He could appease the sullen seas, and calme the fu╌ry of the mind; but now (alas) in silent urne hee lyes, hid from us, and never must returne, never, never must returne, and ne╌ver must returne.

Henry Lawes.

An Elegie to the memory of his Friend and Fellow, M r. William Lawes, servant to his Majestie.

Of 3. Voc. Bassus.

[...] O Doe not now lament and cry, O do, &c. 'tis Fate concludes we all must die; rather rejoyce that he is there, mending the Musique of the Sphere: we are dull souls of little worth, and coldly here his praise set forth, who doth that truly sure must be instructed by divinitie. Hark, O hark, the celestiall Quire doth pause to heare his sweeter Lyre: there he is set free from [Page] [...]vaine feares, or heart-heav'd sighes, or brinish teares. Couldst thou thy fancy send us downe, in Musique we would place a crowne, so harmonious on thy faire Herse, should out-tongue Ovid in his sweetest Verse.

By John Wilson Doctor in Musique.

To the memory of his much respected Friend and Fellow, M r. William Lawes.

[...] BUt that, lov'd Friend, we have been taught, our dearest dust to mix with dust, I'm with thy Lyre so strangely caught, my true affection counts it just, and grounds it on a pious care, thy ashes to involve in aire, involve in aire: for thy rare fancy from its birth, far inconsistent is with earth, or any inferiour element. How can dull clay presse downe thine eyes, and not an earth-quake straight arise?

John Taylor.

An Elegie on the death of his Friend and Fellow-servant, M r. William Lawes.

Bassus.

[...] DEare Will is dead, deare Will is dead, Will Lawes, whose active braine gave life to many sweet, to, &c. to, &c. harmonious straine; whose boundlesse skill made Musick speak such sense, as if't had sprung from an intelligence, as if't had, &c. as if't had, &c. In's just proportioned songs, in's just pro╌portio╌ned songs might you find, his soule convers'd with heav'n, his, &c. with [Page] [...]heav'n, heaven with his mind, and in such language that Rhet'rick never knew, for his were Rhetorick, and sweet Musick too, and sweet Musique too: Like that which brought from the Im╌periall skie Angels to men, Angels to men, from men made Divels flie, made Divels flie. But (oh) he's dead, he's dead: but, &c. he's dead. To heav'n is he gone? is he gone? the life of Musick, laus, laus of our Nation.

By John Cob, Organist of his Majesties Chappell Royall.

To the memory of his Friend, M r. William Lawes.

[...] BRave Spirit, art thou fled? and shall not wee, since thou so soon art dead shed teares for thee? O let our eyes like Limbeks be, still dropping, dropping teares for thee.

By Captain Edmond Foster.

An Elegie on the death of his deare fraternall Friend and Fellow, M r. William Lawes, servant to his Majesty.

[...] LAment and mourne, he's dead and gone, la­ment, &c. that was the most Admired one, renowned Lawes, Generall of the Forces all in Europe that were mu­sicall. Have we not cause to weep and mourne, when as the children yet unborn may make us sad, to think that neither girle nor boy, shall ever live for to enjoy such Lawes, such Lawes as once they had.

By Simon Ive.
[...]
[...]

An Elegiack Dialogue on the sad losse of his much esteemed Friend, M r. William Lawes, servant to his Majesty.

Of 3. Voc. Bassus.

[...] NOt well? O no: Draw you black cloud, and see the soule of mine and all our harmony drencht deep in bloud and unstain'd loyalty, my deare Medora lyes. Hard hap to say, Time was, 'twas he; but now he's ever, ever lost to time and mee. A fatall breath of honour challeng'd death with death. Vertue to have a loyall fame, a royall grave. O [Page] [...]now all poure, good Will, good Will and Lawes is gone, and I forlome am come to poure my balme into his wounds, and showre these liquid streames, untill I be (deare Ghost) chang'd to a ghost like thee. Indeed my springs are dry: With thy warme dew bathe his breast, for he is cold, cold as death, cold as death, and laid to rest. Then joyne our woes, and let our joyes dissever, wee'l sing in griefe, sing in griefe, and drop, drop, drop, drop our teares, and drop our teares to­gether. [Page] [...]The Muses all doe mutually assent, in this sad Dirge t' erect his Monument.

Chorus of 3.

[...]Harmonious soules, now let your verse, with love and honour crown his Herse; all your spicie odours lend to the ashes of a friend: Bathe him in a crystall floud, till you wash away the bloud, till you wash away the bloud, till, &c. Gently wind [Page] [...]him, and then bring fresh Bayes and Laurell from the Spring. Time will fade them, make them dye: All other Trophies now lay by, no triumph to eternity, no triumph, no triumph to eternity.

John Jinkins.

An Elegie on his Friend M r. William Lawes.

Of 3. Voc. Bassus.

[...] BOund by the neare con╌junction of our soules, thus I condole thee, thus be╌dew thy Herse; and whilst my throbbing heart thy Exit towles, towles, towles, accept this sacrifice of weeping verse. What eyes can drily stubborne be, when Lawes resteth at such a long continued pause? Let teares, let teares, like pendents, garnish ev'ry note, wav'd too and fro with gales of mourn­full sighes, and let the widow'd Muses joyntly vote, to celebrate with [Page] [...]griefe thy Obsequies: for with thee vanish't all their airie pride, muffled in clay, muffled, &c. that erst was stellifi'd. Since then i'th center sleeps true harmony, let him (that's greedy of that sacred gaine, that sacred gaine,) close to his mother earth his eare apply; there wait to heare some sad melodious straine. Within this womb hath pale im­partiall death, too soon, too soon confin'd the Quintessence of breath.

John Hilton.

Of 3. Voc. Bassus.

I.

William Lawes.

[...] LOrd, as the Hart imbost with heat brayes after the coole Rivolet, so sighes my soule for thee, my soule thirsts for the living God: when shall I enter his abode, and there his beauties see? Teares are my food both night and day, whiles where's thy God they daily say? My soule in plaints I shed, when I remember how in throngs, we fill'd thy house with praise, with praise and songs.

II.

William Lawes.

[...] LEt God, the God of Battell rise, and scatter his proud enemies: O let them flie before his face like smoak, which driving tempests chase; as wax dissolves with scorching fire, so perish in his burning ire.

III.

William Lawes.

[...] OUt of the horrour of the Deep, where feare and sorrow never sleep, to thee my cries in sighes arise; Lord from despaire thy servant keep: O lend a gracious eare, O lend a gracious eare, and my petitions heare.

IV.

William Lawes.

[...] OFt from my early youth have they afflicted me, may Israel say, oft from my early youth assail'd, as oft have their endeavours fail'd: As plough-shares teare the patient ground, as plough-shares, &c. The ever Just hath broke their bands, and sav'd me from their cruell hands.

V.

William Lawes.

[...] HOw like a widow? Ah! how desolate this City sits, thrown from the pride of state? How is this potent Queen, who lawes to all the neighb'ring Nations gave, become a thrall, become a thrall? who nightly teares from her salt fountains sheds, which fall upon her cheeks in liquid beds. Of all her lovers, none regard her woes, and her perfidious friends increase her foes.

VI.

William Lawes.

[...] JUdah in ex╌ile wanders: Ah subdu'd by vast afflictions, ah subdu'd, and base servitude among the Heathen finds no rest. Ah! see how Si╌on mourns, how Sion mourns, her gates and wayes lye unfrequented on her solemne, on her solemn dayes. Her Virgins weep, her Virgins weep, her Priests lament, her Priests lament, her Priests lament, and all her sweets convert to gall, and all, &c.

VII.

William Lawes.

[...] HOw hath Jehovah's wrath, O Sion, spread a vaile of clouds about thy daughters head! From heav'n to earth thy beauty Israel is thrown, nor in his fierce displeasure spar'd his owne, nor in his fierce displeasure spar'd his owne: yet Lord thou e╌ver liv'st, thy Throne shall last, when Fun'rall flames the world to cinders waste.

VIII.

William Lawes

[...] SIng to the King of kings, sing in unusuall layes, that hath wrought wondrous things, his conquests crowne with praise, whose arme alone and sacred hands their impious bands have overthrowne, their impious, &c. Let all that dwell on earth their high affections raise with universall mirth, and loudly sing his praise; to Musick joyne the warbling voice: let all rejoyce, let all rejoyce, let all rejoyce with joy divine, let all rejoyce, rejoyce with joy divine.

IX.

William Lawes.

[...] PRaise the Lord enthron'd on high, praise him in his san­ctity; praise him for his mighty deeds, praise him who in pow'r ex­ceeds: praise with Trumpet pierce the skies, praise him with Harps and Psalteries: praise with Timbrels, Organs, Flutes, praise on Violins and Lutes: with silver Cimbals, silver Cimbals sing, praise on those which loudly ring. Angels all of humane birth, praise the Lord of heav'n and earth, praise, &c. of heav'n and earth. Singing Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah.

X.

William Lawes

[...] MY God, O why hast thou forsook? why O so far withdrawn thine aide? nor when I roared pitie took: My God, by day to thee I pray'd, and when nights curtains were display'd, yet wouldst not thou vouchsafe a look; yet thou art holy, thron'd on high: The Israelites thy praise resound, the Israelites, &c. our fathers did on thee relye, their faith with wreaths of conquest crown'd, they sought thee, and deliv'rance found.

XI.

William Lawes.

[...] MY God, my rock, regard my cry, lest I unheard, like those that dye, in shades of dark oblivion lye: to my ascending griefe, to my ascending griefe give eare, when I my hands devoutly reare, before thy mercy-s;eat with feare: He heares, his Name be magnifi'd. O thou that art to thine a tow'r, my songs shall celebrate thy pow'r, my songs shall celebrate thy pow'r.

XII.

William Lawes.

[...] THey who the Lord their fortresse make, shall like the tow'rs of Sion rise, which dreadfull earth­quakes never shake, nor all the raging, the raging tumults of the skies, nor all, &c. Lo, as the hils of Salima divine Jerusa­lem inclose, so shall his Angels in the day of danger shield and save them from their foes, save them from their foes.

XIII.

William Lawes.

[...] BEhold, behold how good and joyfull a thing it is, Bre­thren to dwell together in unity, Brethren, &c. 'tis like the precious ointment upon the head that ran down unto the beard, ev'n unto Aarons beard, and went down, and went down to the skirts of his clothing, like as the dew of Hermon, which fell upon the Hill of Sion, upon the Hill of Sion: For the Lord promised there his blessing: for the Lord promised there his blessing: for the Lord, &c. and life for evermore, and life for evermore.

XIV.

William Lawes.

[...] O Sing unto the Lord a new song, O sing unto the Lord a new song: let the congregation of Saints praise him, let Is╌rael rejoyce in him that made him, and let the chil­dren of Sion be joyfull in their King: Let them praise his Name in the dance, let the praises of God be in their mouthes, and a two-edged sword in their hands, and a two-edged sword in their hands, to be a­venged on the Heathen, and to rebuke the people, to bind their [Page] Kings in chaines, to bind their Kings in chaines, and their Nobles in links of ir'n, that they may be avenged of them. Such honour have all his Saints, such, &c. such honour, &c. such, &c. Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Hallelluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah.

XV.

William Lawes.

[...] I Am weary of my groaning, I am, &c. my beauty is gone for very trouble, and worne away because of mine enemies: O save me, for in death who re­membreth thee? Or who will give thee thanks in the pit? or who will give thee thanks, or who will give thee thanks in the pit? in the pit.

XVI.

William Lawes.

[...] IN the substraction of my yeares, I said with teares, Ah! now I to the shades below must naked goe; cut off by death before my time, and like a flower cropt in my prime, and like a flower cropt in my prime, in my prime.

XVII.

William Lawes.

[...] HOw long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for e­ver? How long wilt thou hide thy face, thy face from mee? How long shall mine enemies triumph over me, over me? Consider and heare me, O Lord: Lighten mine eyes, that I sleep not in death, that I sleep not in death; lighten mine eyes, &c. that I sleep not in death.

XVIII.

William Lawes.

[...] LOrd, thy deserved wrath asswage, nor punish in thy burning ire; let mercy mitigate thy rage, before my fainting soule expire: O heale, my bones with anguish ake; my pen­sive heart, my pensive heart with sorrow worn: How long wilt thou my soul forsake? O pity, O pity, O pity, and at length returne.

XIX.

William Lawes.

[...] THou Mover of the rowling spheres, I through the glasses of my teares to thee mine eyes erect, 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, till he in mercy shall descend, till he, &c. to give our mi╌series an end, to give our miseries an end.

XX.

William Lawes.

[...] TO thee I cry, Lord heare my cries, O come with speed unto mine aide: Let my sad pray'rs before thee rise, like incense on the Altar laid; or, as when I with hands display'd present my ev'ning sacrifice.

XXI.

William Lawes.

[...] THou that art enthron'd above, thou by whom we live and move: O how sweet! how excel­lent, is't with tongue and hearts consent, thankfull hearts and joyfull tongues, to renowne, to renowne thy Name in songs, when the morn­ing paints the skies, when the sparkling stars arise, thy high favours to reherse, thy firme faith in gratefull verse? Take the Lute and Vio­lin, let the solemne Harp begin: Instruments tun'd with ten strings, [Page] while the silver Cimball rings: from thy works my joy proceeds, while I triumph, while, &c. while, &c. triumph in thy deeds. Who thy wonders can expresse? all thy thoughts are fathomlesse, all thy thoughts are fathomlesse, hid from men in knowledge blind, hid from fooles to vice inclin'd: who that tyrant Sin o╌bey, though they spring like flowr's in May, parcht with heat, and nipt with frost, soon shall fade, soon, &c. soon shall fade, for ever lost.

XXII.

William Lawes.

[...] COme sing the great Jehovah's praise, whose mercies have pro╌long'd, prolong'd our dayes, sing with a loud and cheerfull voice, with bending knees and raised eyes, your God adore, in sacred hymnes, in sacred hymnes rejoyce.

XXIII.

William Lawes.

[...] TO thee, O God, my God I pray'd, before the dawn­ing of the day, my soule and wasting flesh with thirsty ardour thee desire, in scorched soile with Aetheriall fire, whose drought no showr's, whose drought no showr's refresh.

XXIV.

William Lawes.

[...] TO the God whom we adore, sing a song un­sung before; his im╌mortall praise reherse, where his holy Saints converse. Israel, O thou his choice, in thy Ma­kers Name rejoyce, Israel, &c.

XXV.

William Lawes.

[...] YEe Nations of the earth, our great Preserver praise, all ye of humane birth, to heav'n his glory raise, whose mercy hath no end nor bound, his promise crown'd with con­stant faith. Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah.

XXVI.

William Lawes.

[...] LEt all with sweet accord clap hands, their voices raise in honour of the Lord, and loudly sing his praise; who from above dire lightning flings, the King of kings of all that move.

XXVII.

William Lawes.

[...] NE irascaris, Ne, &c. Ne, &c. Do­mine: Satis, & ne ultra me mineris, iniquitatis no­strae. Populus tuus omnes nos, Populus, &c. Civitas Sancti tui facta est deserta. Sion deserta facta est. Jerusalem, Je╌rusalem deso╌la╌ta est, de╌so╌lata est.

XXVIII.

William Lawes.

[...] MEmento, Memento Domine congregationis tuae; Memento Domine, Memento Domine: quam pos­sedisti ab initio, quam, &c. quam, &c. quam, &c. quam posse╌disti ab initio. Libera eos, li╌bera eos ex omnibus tribulatio╌nibus, tribulatio╌nibus, tribula­tioni, tribulatio╌nibus, & mitte eis auxilium, & mitte, &c. & mitte, &c. & mitte, &c. & mitte, &c. & mitte eis auxilium.

XXIX.

William Lawes.

[...] IN resurrectione, in, &c. in, &c. tua Domine, tua Domine, in re╌sur╌recti╌one, in, &c. tua Domine, tua Domine, in, &c. tua Domine. Laetentur coeli, & exultet terra, & exultet terra, exul╌tet terra, exul╌tet terra, exultet ter╌ra, & exul╌tet terra. Halleluiah, Halle╌luiah, Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Halle╌luiah Halleluiah, Hallelui╌ah, Halleluiah.

XXX.

William Lawes.

[...] GLoria, gloria, gloria Patri, & Filio, & Spiritui sancto, & Spiritui sancto, Et, &c. & Spi╌ritui sancto. Sicut erat in principio, sicut, &c. Et nunc, & semper, & semper, & in secu╌la, seculorum, Amen. Secula, seculorum, Amen. Secu╌la, seculorum, Amen. Secula, seculorum, A╌men. Seculorum, A╌men.

An Elegie on the death of his very worthy Friend and Fellow-servant, M. John Tomkins, Organist of his Majesties Chappell Royall.

[...] MUsick, Musick, the Master of thy Art is dead, and with him all thy ravisht sweets are fled; then beare a part in thine owne Tragedy: let's celebrate strange griefe with Harmony. Let's howle, let's howle sad notes stolne from his owne pure verse, in stead of teares shed on his mournfull Herse, let's howle sad notes stolne from his owne pure verse, from his owne pure verse.

By William Lawes.
CHOICE PSALMES PUT I …

CHOICE PSALMES PUT INTO MUSICK, For Three Voices.

The most of which may properly enough be sung by any three, with a Thorough Base.

COMPOS'D by Henry and William Lawes, Brothers; and Servants to His Majestie.

With divers Elegies, set in Musick by sev'rall Friends, upon the death of WILLIAM LAWES.

And at the end of the Thorough Base are added nine Canons of Three and Foure Voices, made by William Lawes.

LONDON, Printed by James Young, for Humphrey Moseley, at the Prince's Armes in S. Pauls Church-yard, and for Richard Wodenothe, at the Star under S. Peters Church in Corn-hill. 1648.

[...]Regi, Regis, &c. Regum Ar╌ca╌na cano.

Henricus Lawes Regiae Majestatis à sacra Musica.

TO HIS Most Sacred Majestie, CHARLES, BY THE GRACE OF GOD, King of great Brittaine, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c.

I Could not answer mine owne Conscience (most Gracious Soveraigne) should I dedicate these Com­positions to any but Your Majestie; they were born and nourish'd in Your Majesties service, and long since design'd (such as they are) an Offering to Your Royall hand. Many of them were compos'd by my Brother ( William Lawes,) whose life and endeavours were devoted [Page] to Your service; whereof, I (who knew his heart) am a surviving witnesse, and therein he persisted to that last minute, when he fell a willing Sacrifice for Your Majestie: I were unworthy such a Bro­ther, should I tender ought that is his, or mine, to any but our Graci­ous Master (from whose Royall Bounty both of us receiv'd all we injoy'd;) and such an Inscription would not only seem a Theft and Alienation of what is Your Majesties, but (which I most abhorre) would make me taste of these ungratefull dayes. Your Majestie knowes when the Regall Prophet first penn'd these Psalmes, he gave them to the Musitians to be set to tunes; and they humbly brought them to David the King. Besides, M r. Sandys inscribes his Translation to Your Sacred Majestie; so that this I offer is Your Majesties in all ca­pacities, and doth not so properly come, as rebound back to Your Ma­jestie. I was easily drawn to this presumption, by Your Majesties known particular affection to David's Psalmes, both because the Psalter is held by all Divines one of the most excellent parts of holy Scripture; as also in regard much of Your Majesties present condition, is lively described by King David's pen. The King of Heaven and Earth restore Your Majestie according to Your own righteous heart, which is the daily earnest prayer of

Your Majesties most humble, most loyally devoted Subject and Servant, HENRY LAWES.

To the READER.

THese following Compositions of mine and my Brothers, set at severall times, and upon severall Occasions, (having been often heard, and well approv'd of, chiefly by such as desire to joyne Musick with Devotion) I have been much importuned to send to the Presse, and should not easily have been perswaded to it now, (especially in these disso­nant times) but to doe a Right (or at least to shew my Love) to the Memory of my Brother, unfortunately lost in these unnaturall Warres; yet lyes in the Bed of Honour, and expir'd in the Service and Defence of the King his Master. Living, he was generally known, and (for his Parts) much honoured by Persons of best quality and condition. To give a further Cha­racter of him I shall forbeare, because of my neer relation, and rather referre that to those Elegies which many of his noble Friends have written in a pe­culiar Book: But, as to what he hath done in Musick, I shall desire the present and the future Age, that so much of his Works as are here published, may be re­ceived, as the least part of what he hath compos'd, and but a small Testimony of his greater Compositions, (too voluminous for the Presse) which I the rather now [Page] mention, lest being, as they are, disperst into private hands, they may chance be hereafter lost; for, besides his Fancies of the Three, Foure, Five and Six Parts to the Viols and Organ, he hath made above thirty severall sorts of Musick for Voices and Instruments: Neither was there any Instrument then in use, but he compos'd to it so aptly, as if he had only studied that. As for that which is my part in this Composition, I had not thought at all (though much urg'd) to pub­lish; but that, as they had their birth at the same time with his, and are of the same kinde, so they might enter both into the light together, and accompany one another being so neere allied; Mine taking precedence of order only, not of worth. I may be thought too partiall in what I have spoke of a Brother; but here are fol­owing many of our Friends and Fellowes, (whose excellency in Musick is very well knowne) who doe better speak for him, while they mourne his Obsequies: yet I (oblig'd before all other) cannot but bewaile his losse, and shall celebrate his me­mory to my last houre.

Henry Lawes.

To the Incomparable Brothers, M r. Henry, and M r. William Lawes (Servants to His Majestie) upon the setting of these Psalmes.

THe various Musick, both for Aire and Art,
These Arch-Musicians, in their sev'rall waies
Compos'd, and Acted, merit higher praise
Then wonder-wanting knowledge can impart.
Brothers in blood, in Science and Affection,
Belov'd by those that envie their Renowne;
In a False Time true Servants to the Crowne:
Lawes of themselves, needing no more direction.
The depth of Musique one of them did found,
The t'other took his flight into the aire:
O then thrice happy and industrious paire,
That both the depth and height of Musique found.
Which my sweet Friend, the life of Lovers pens,
In so milde manner hath attain'd to do,
He looks the better, and his hearers too;
So in exchange all Ladies are his friends.
And when our Meditations are too meane
To keep their raptures longer on the wing,
They soar'd up to that Prophet and that King,
Whose Love is God, and Heav'n his glorious Scene:
Setting his Psalmes, whereby both they and we
May singing rise to immortalitie.
A. Tounshend.

To his Friend M r. Henry Lawes, upon his Compositions.

TO chaine wilde Winds, calme raging Seas, recall
From profound Hell, and raise to Heav'n, are all
Of Harmony no fables, but true story;
Man has within a storme, a paine, a glory:
And these in me struck by that art divine,
Submit to Musique, above all to thine.
J. Harington.

To my Friend M r. Henry Lawes.

HArry, whose tunefull and well measur'd song
First taught our English Music how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas eares, committing short and long,
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng,
With praise enough for Envie to look wan:
To after age thou shalt be writ the man
That with smooth Aire couldst humour best our tongue.
Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must lend her wing
To honour thee, the Priest of Phoebus Quire,
That tun'st their happiest Lines in hymne or
The story of Ariadne set by him in Music.
story.
Dantè shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
Then his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing,
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.
J. Milton.

To my worthy Friend (and Countriman,) M r. Henry Lawes, upon his owne, and his Brother M r. William Lawes's incomparable Works.

WHere shall I place my wonder, when I see
Such right in both to't, such equalitie
Of worth in either, that it cann't be knowne
Which does the greatest, and the highest owne?
So when two Tapers mixe their beames, we say,
Not this more lustre has, or that more ray;
But each has title to the light, and they
Make up one, common, undistinguish'd day:
Or, as when th' Flamen divers incense fires,
The perfume severs not, but in one aspires;
So that from this Spice, or that piece of Gum,
We cannot say, such, or such odours come:
But mounting in a generall unknowne cloud,
The wonder of the breath's to each allow'd;
So here, such equall worth from each does flow,
That to each light, to each we incense owe.
'Twas no necessitie (yet) this Union made,
(As when a weaker light does droop, and fade,
Unlesse assisted by another) No:
Each singly could full beames and odours throw.
No wanton, ruder aires affright your eare;
Th'are pious only, and chaste numbers here:
(Such was that lovely Poean, when the displeas'd
Incensed God th' Achaick Host appeas'd,)
[Page]Becoming or the Temple, or the Shrine,
Fit to the words they speak; like them, divine.
Such numbers does the soule consist of, where she
Meeting a glance of her owne harmonie,
Moves to those sounds she heares; and goes along
With the whole sense and passion of the song;
So to an equall height, two strings being wound,
This trembles with the others stroke; and th' sound
Which stirr'd this first, the other does awake,
And the same harmonie they both partake.
Nor doe they only with the soule agree
In this; they share too in its eternitie:
And this, the one part of this work has tri'd;
For, though himselfe remov'd, this does abide,
And shall doe ever: here, his memory
Shall still survive, and contemne destiny.
The same waits you (Sir) and when e'r you'r sent
From us, you'll live here your owne monument.
Fr. Sambrooke.

Thorow Base.

Henry Lawes.

I.

[...]That man is truly blest, &c.

II.

[...]Who trusts in thee, &c.

III.

[...]O thou from whom, &c.

IV.

[...]Not in thy wrath, &c.

V.

[...]Lord, judge my cause, &c.

VI.

[...]Cast off, &c.

VII.

[...]Thy beauty, Israel, &c.

VIII.

[...]With sighes, &c.

IX.

[...]Lord, for thy promise sake, &c.

X.

[...]O heare my cries, &c.

XI.

[...]Woe is me, &c.

XII.

[...]To heare me, Lord, &c.

XIII.

[...]Lord, showre on us, &c.

XIV.

[...]How are the Gentiles, &c.

XV.

[...]Happy he, &c.

XVI.

[...]Laudate, &c.

XVII.

[...]Deprest with griefe, &c.

XVIII.

[...]Blest, O thrice blest, &c.

XIX.

[...]Lord, to my pray'r, &c.

XX.

[...]When griefe, &c.

XXI.

[...]Let our foes, &c.

XXII.

[...]How long, &c.

XXIII.

[...]Accept my pray'r, &c.

XXIV.

[...]The bounty of Jehovah, &c.

XXV.

[...]You who the Lord, &c.

XXVI.

[...]Now the Lord, &c. [Page] [...]Halleluiah, &c.

XXVII.

[...]Now in the winter, &c.

XXVIII.

[...]The King Jehovah, &c.

XXIX.

[...]My soule, &c.

XXX.

[...]Our fervent, &c. Halleluiah, &c.

A Pastorall Elegie to the memory of my deare Brother, William Lawes.

Thorow Base.

[...]Cease, O cease, &c.

Henry Lawes.

An Elegie to the memory of his Friend and Fellow, M r. William Lawes, servant to His Majestie.

[...]O doe not now lament, &c.

By John Wilson, Doctor in Musique.

To the memory of his much respected Friend and Fellow, M r. William Lawes.

Thorow Base.

[...]

John Taylor.

An Elegie on the death of his Friend and Fellow-servant, M r. William Lawes.

[...]Deare Will is dead, &c.

John Cob.

An Elegie on the death of his deare Friend and Fellow-servant, M r. William Lawes.

[...]Lament and mourne, &c.

Simon Ive.

To the memory of his Friend, M r. William Lawes.

[...]Brave Spirit, &c.

By Captain Edmond Foster.

An Elegiack Dialogue on the sad losse of his much esteemed Friend, M r. William Lawes, servant to his Majesty.

Thorow Base.

[...]Why in this shade of night, &c. [Page] [...]

Chorus of 2.

[...]

Chorus of 3.
John Jinkins.

An Elegie on his Friend, M r. William Lawes.

[...]Bound, &c.

John Hilton.

Thorow Base.

William Lawes.

I.

[...]Lord, as the Hart, &c.

II.

[...]Let God the God of battell rise, &c.

III.

[...]Out of the horrour, &c.

IV.

[...]Oft from my early youth, &c.

V. First Part.

[...]How like a widow, &c.

VI. Second part.

[...]Judah in exile, &c.

VII. Third part.

[...]How hath Jehovah, &c.

VIII.

[...]Sing to the King of kings, &c.

IX.

[...]Praise the Lord, &c. [...]Halleluiah, &c.

X.

[...]My God, O why, &c.

XI.

[...]My God my rock, &c.

XII.

[...]They who the Lord adore, &c.

XIII.

[...]Behold, &c.

XIV.

[...]O sing unto the Lord, &c. [...]Halleluiah, &c.

XV.

[...]I am weary, &c.

XVI.

[...]In the substraction, &c.

XVII.

[...]How long, &c.

XVIII.

[...]Lord, thy deserved wrath, &c.

XIX.

[...]Thou Mover, &c.

XX.

[...]To thee I cry, &c.

XXI.

[...]Thou that art enthron'd, &c.

XXII.

[...]Come sing, &c.

XXIII.

[...]To thee, O God, &c.

XXIV.

[...]To the God whom we adore, &c.

XXV.

[...]Ye Nations, &c. [...]Halleluiah, &c.

XXVI.

[...]Let all rejoyce, &c.

XXVII.

[...]Ne irascaris, &c.

XXVIII.

[...]Memento, &c.

XXIX.

[...]In resurrectione, &c. [Page] [...]Halleluiah, &c.

XXX.

[...]Gloria Patri, &c.

An Elegie on the death of his very worthy Friend and Fellow-servant, M. John Tomkins, Organist of his Majesties Chappell Royall.

[...]Musick, &c.

William Lawes.
William Lawes.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the Unison:

[...] LOrd, thou hast been favourable to thy Land, thou hast brought back, thou hast brought back the captivity of Ja╌cob, the captivity of Jacob; thou hast cover'd their fin: Turne us O God of our salvation, of our salvation.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the 4 th and 8 th below.

[...] HHappy sons of Israel, who in pleasant Canaan dwell, fill the aire with shouts of joy, shouts re­doubled from the skie, sing the great, sing the great Jehovahs praise, Trophies to his glo╌ry raise.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the 4 th and 8 th.

[...]These salt rivers of mine eyes doe not despise: O let me gather [...]strength before I passe away, and be no more.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the 4 th and 8 th.

[...]Why weepst thou Mary? Why weepst, &c. They have taken away my Lord, they have, &c. and I know not where they have laid him, and I, &c.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the Unison, and 5. below.

[...]'Tis joy to see how deadly sin by faith in Christ doth mercy win, by faith in Christ, by faith in Christ doth mercy win.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the 5 th and 4 th below.

[...]Gloria in excelsis Deo, gloria, &c. gloria, &c. in ter╌ra pax, & hominibus bona voluntas, bona voluntas.

A Canon of 4. Voc. in the 5.8. and 5 th.

[...]Regi, Regis regum Arcana cano.

A Canon of 4. Voc. in the Unison.

[...]Regi, Regis regum Ar╌ca╌na, Arcana cano.

A Canon of 4. Voc. in the Unison.

[...]Shee weepeth sore in the night, and her teares are in her cheeks, her Priests sigh, her Virgins are afflicted, and among all her lovers shee hath none to comfort her.

A Canon of 3. Voc. in the Unison.

[...]Jesus, Jesus, Jesus is harmonious, a sound of greatest fame to us, [...]a sound, &c. Jesus, Jesus, a name most high, a name most high to be ador'd, Jesus, Jesus sweet eternall blisse is therein stor'd, Jesus, Jesus, &c. Jesus hath us re­deem'ed, Jesus, no name like that, no name, &c. must be esteem'd, Je╌sus, Jesus.

THE TABLE

Henry Lawes.
  • THat man is truly blest, &c. 1
  • Who trusts in thee. 2
  • O thou from whom all mercy springs. 3
  • Not in thy wrath; &c. 4
  • Lord, judge my cause. 5
  • Cast off and scattered, &c. 6
  • Thy beauty Israel, &c. 7
  • With sighes and cries, &c. 8
  • Lord for thy promise, &c. 9
  • O heare my cries, &c. 10
  • Woe is mee. 11
  • To heare me Lord. 12
  • Lord showre on us. 13
  • Now are the Gentiles, &c. 14
  • Happy he, &c. 15
  • Laudate, &c. 16
  • Deprest with griefe, 17
  • Blest, O thrice blest, &c. 18
  • Lord to my pray'r, &c. 19
  • When griefe, &c. 20
  • Let our foes, &c. 21
  • How long, &c. 22
  • Accept my pray'r, &c. 23
  • The bounty of Jehovah, &c. 24
  • You who the Lord, &c. 25
  • Now the Lord his reigne, &c. 26
  • Now in the winter, &c. 27
  • The King Jehovah, &c. 28
  • My soule, &c. 29
  • Our fervent soules, &c. 30
  • Elegies on William Lawes. 8
William Lawes.
  • LOrd, as the Hart, &c. 1
  • Let God arise, &c. 2
  • Out of the horrour, &c. 3
  • Oft from my early youth, &c. 4
  • How like a widow, &c. 5
  • Judah in exile, &c. 6
  • How hath Jehovahs wrath, &c. 7
  • Sing to the King of kings. 8
  • Praise the Lord enthron'd, &c. 9
  • My God, &c. 10
  • My God my rock, &c. 11
  • They who the Lord, &c. 12
  • Behold, &c. 13
  • O sing unto the Lord, &c. 14
  • I am weary, &c. 15
  • In the substraction, &c. 16
  • How long wilt thou, &c. 17
  • Lord, thy deserved wrath, &c. 18
  • Thou Mover of, &c. 19
  • To thee I cry, &c. 20
  • Thou that art enthron'd, &c. 21
  • Come sing the great Jehovahs praise. 22
  • To thee O God, &c. 23
  • To the God whom we adore. 24
  • Ye Nations, &c. 25
  • Let all with sweet accord, &c. 26
  • Ne irascaris, &c. 27
  • Memento, &c. 28
  • In resurrectione, &c. 29
  • Gloria Patri. 30
  • An Elegie on M r. John Tomkins.
  • Canons of 3. and 4. Voices. 9
FINIS.

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