A Pilgrimes Solace Wherein is contained Musicall Harmonie of 3. 4. and 5. parts, to be sung and plaid with the Lute and Viols |
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 | A Pilgrimes Solace |  |
XII.
[In this trembling, trembling shadow]
In this trembling, trembling shadow,
cast from those boughes which thy wings shake,
Farre from humane troubles, humane troubles, troubles plac'd:
Songs to the Lord, to the Lord would I make,
Darknesse, from my minde then take,
For thy rites, thy rites none may begin,
Till they feele thy light, within.
cast from those boughes which thy wings shake,
Farre from humane troubles, humane troubles, troubles plac'd:
Songs to the Lord, to the Lord would I make,
Darknesse, from my minde then take,
For thy rites, thy rites none may begin,
Till they feele thy light, within.
As I sing, sweete flowers Ile strow,
from the fruitfull vallies brought:
Praising him by whom they grow,
him that heauen and earth hath wrought,
him that all things framde of nought,
Him that all for man did make,
But made man for his owne sake.
from the fruitfull vallies brought:
Praising him by whom they grow,
him that heauen and earth hath wrought,
him that all things framde of nought,
Him that all for man did make,
But made man for his owne sake.
Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend,
while of his high power I speake,
On whom all powers else depend,
but my brest is now too weake,
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake,
All in vaine my sounds I raise,
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.
while of his high power I speake,
On whom all powers else depend,
but my brest is now too weake,
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake,
All in vaine my sounds I raise,
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.
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