The Works of Thomas Campion Complete Songs, Masques, and Treatises with a Selection of the Latin Verse: Edited with an introduction and notes by Walter R. Davis |
 |
 |
|
|
| 1. |
|
|
|
| 2. |
|
| 3. |
|
|
|
|
 | The Works of Thomas Campion |  |
63
V.
[View mee, Lord, a worke of thine]
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.
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 ugly growe,
All is darke and foule within.
On the poysoned baytes of sinne,
That I strange and ugly 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.
At thine Altar, pure and white:
They that once thy Mercies feele
Gaze no more on earths delight.
Worldly joyes like shadowes fade,
When the heav'nly light appeares;
But the cov'nants thou hast made,
Endlesse, know nor dayes, nor yeares.
When the heav'nly light appeares;
But the cov'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.
To thy mercies fast I flye;
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet thy grace can lift me high.
| The Works of Thomas Campion | |