Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Thomas Campion (?1619)Song: Never weather-beaten sail
NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, | |
Never tirèd pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more, | |
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast. | |
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! | |
Ever blooming are the joys of heaven’s high Paradise, | 5 |
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: | |
Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the blessèd only see. | |
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! | |