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- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2004-05-12). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 92 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Revised August 2021 (minor formatting).
General Information
Title: Mine eyes with fervency
Composer: William Byrd
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: ATTBB
Genre: Sacred, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1588 in Psalmes, Sonnets and Songs, no. 2
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Mine eyes with fervencie of sprite
I doe lift up on hie:
To thee O Lord that dwellst in light
which no man may come nie.
Beehold even as the servants eyes,
Upon their master waite:
And as the maide her mistris hand,
with carefull eye and straite,
Attends: So wee O Lord our God,
thy throne with hope and griefe
Beehold, untill thou mercie send,
And give us some reliefe.
O Lord though wee deserve it not,
yet mercie let us finde:
A people that despised are,
throwne downe in soule and minde,
The mightie proud men of the world,
that seekes us to oppresse:
have fild our soules with all contempts,
and left us in distresse.
(An anonymous metrical version of Psalm 123)