View me, Lord (Charles Wood)

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Editor: Robert Nottingham (added 2006-03-24).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 71 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Minor revision 09/07/06. Sibelius file and rehearsal MIDIs zipped. MIDI zip file includes a mix and each part brought to the foreground in 4 separate files.

General Information

Title: View me, Lord
Composer: Charles Wood

Number of voices: 3vv  Voicing: ATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthems
Language: English
Instruments: organ
Published: The Year Book Press Ltd. 1938

Description:

External websites: http://www.robertnottingham.com

Original text and translations

Image:English.png English text

Modernised Version:

View me, Lord, a work of Thine:
Shall I then lie drown'd in night?
Might Thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light.

Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel
At Thine altar pure and white:
They that once Thy mercies feel,
Gaze no more on earth's delight.

Worldly joys, like shadows, fade
When the heav'nly light appears,
But the cov'nants Thou hast made,
Endless, know nor days nor years.

In Thy Word, Lord, is my trust,
To Thy mercies fast I fly;
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet Thy grace can lift me high. Amen.


Original Version:

View mee, Lord, a worke of thine :
Shall I then lye drown’d in night?
Might thy grace in mee but shine,
I should seeme made all of light.

But my soule still surfets so
On the poysoned baytes of sinne,
That I strange and vgly growe,
All is darke and foule within.

Clense mee, Lord, that I may kneele
At thine Altar, pure and white :
They that once thy Mercies feele,
Gaze no more on earths delight.

Worldly ioyes like shadowes fade,
When the heau’nly light appeares ;
But the cou’nants thou hast made,
Endlesse, know nor dayes, nor yeares.

In thy word, Lord, is my trust,
To thy mercies fast I flye ;
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet thy grace can lift me high.

Thomas Campion (1567-1620) from Two Bookes of Ayres: The First Booke V (1613?)

Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 119.

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