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- CPDL #21783: LilyPond
- Editor: Mark Chapman (submitted 2010-06-14). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 384 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: For the work's original performance, the tenors were divided rather than the basses. This version is also available.
General Information
Title: Never Weather-beaten Sail
Composer: Mark Chapman
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATBarB
Genre: Sacred, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2009
Description: This is a reworking of Thomas Campion's melody of the same name, to a somewhat greater degree than a simple arrangement.
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Original text and translations
English text
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never tired 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.
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines whose beams the blessed only see:
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to thee!