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.
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.