Strength stoops unto the grave: Lord have mercy on us! Wit with his wontonness, Hath no ears for to hear Haste therefore each degree Lord have mercy on us! Thomas Campion (1567?-1619) O come quickly! EVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, NEVE Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessèd only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! Awake, awake! thou heavy A sprite WAKE, awake! thou heavy sprite Seek heaven early, seek it late: Get up, get up, thou leaden man! Yet burns out thy life's lamp in vain ! Anonymous Song of Mary the Mother of H Christ IERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbour of the Saints! There lust and lucre cannot dwell, Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy turrets and thy pinnacles Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green ; There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of Life doth flow; Upon whose banks on every side The wood of Life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, Our Lady sings Magnificat Hierusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Anonymous The Coming of the King ET if His Majesty, our sovereign lord YT Friendly himself invite, And say 'I'll be your guest to morrow night,' How should we stir ourselves, call and command All hands to work! Let no man idle stand. |