Lift up to heav'n sad wretch thy heavy sprite (Thomas Campion)
- Editor: Joseph Knapicius (submitted 2021-03-03). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 59 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Arranged by Joseph Knapicius.
First published: 2021
Original text and translations
Lift up to heav'n sad wretch thy heavy sprite,
What though thy sins thy due destruction threat?
The Lord exceeds in mercy as in might;
His ruth is greater though thy crimes be great.
Remorse for all that truly mourn hath place;
Not God, but men of him themselves deprive:
With cheerful voice to him then cry for grace,
Thy faith, and fainting hope, with prayer revive;
Strive then, and he will help; call him, he'll hear;
The son needs not the father's fury fear.
Repentance needs not fear the heav'ns' just rod,
It stays ev'n thunder in the hand of God.