George Sandys Poems
- My God, Thy Suppliant Hear My God, thy suppliant ...
- Thou Who Art Enthroned Above! Thou who art enthroned ...
- The Mind Of The Frontispeece A...
- Praise From All Men All from the sun's uprise, Unto his ...
- All, From The Sun's Uprise All, from the sun's uprise Unto ...
- The Life Of Ovid Book I The World, form'd out of Chaos. ...
- The Works Of God Great God! how manifold, how infinite Are ...
George Sandys was an English traveller, colonist and poet.
He was born in Bishopsthorpe, the seventh and youngest son of Edwin Sandys, archbishop of York. He studied at St Mary Hall, Oxford, but took no degree. On his travels, which began in 1610, he first visited France; from north Italy he passed by way of Venice to Constantinople, and thence to Egypt, Mt. Sinai, Palestine, Cyprus, Sicily, Naples and Rome. His narrative, dedicated, like all his other works, to Charles (either as prince or king), was published in 1615, and formed a substantial contribution to geography and ethnology.
He also took great interest in the earliest English colonization in America.... more »
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My God, Thy Suppliant Hear
My God, thy suppliant hear:
Afford a gentle ear:
For I am comfortless,
And labour in distress.
Thy servant, Lord, defend,
Whose hopes on Thee depend:
From wasting sorrow free
The heart long vowed to Thee.
For Thou art God alone,
To tender pity prone,
Propitious unto all
Who on thy mercy call.
But, O Thou King of kings,
From whom sweet mercy springs,-
Then ready to be found
When troubles most abound,-
O hear my fervent prayer,
And take me to thy care;
Direct me in thy way;
So shall I never stray.