Plung'd in the confines of despair Z 142 (Henry Purcell)
- Editor: Raymond Nagem (submitted 2018-12-07). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 133 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Edited from British Library Add. MS 30930, f. 3r–4r. Contains an editorial realization of the continuo part.
Title: Plung'd in the confines of despair, Z 142
Composer: Henry Purcell
Text: Psalm 130, paraphrased by John Patrick
Original text and translations
Plung'd in the confines of despair,
To God I cry'd with fervent pray'r:
O lend to me a gracious ear,
Not sunk so low but thou canst hear.
Shouldst thou against each evil deed
In strict severity proceed,
Who would be able to abide
Thy censure and be justified?
But thou forgiveness dost proclaim,
That men may turn and fear thy name.
To thy rich grace, O Lord, we fly,
And on thy promises rely.
My soul less brooks thy seeming stay,
Than guards that wait the approach of day.
O therefore let the good and just
In God alone repose their trust.
The frailty of our state he knows:
His plenteous mercy ever flows.
To humble souls he gracious is,
And pardons what they've done amiss.
Original text and translations may be found at Psalm 130.