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O Lord, in thee is all my trust.<br> | |||
Give ear unto my woeful cries.<br> | |||
Refuse me not, that am unjust,<br> | |||
but bowing down thy heav’nly eyes,<br> | |||
behold how I do still lament<br> | |||
my sins wherein I thee offend.<br> | |||
O Lord, for them shall I be shent,<br> | |||
sith thee to please I do intend? | |||
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No, no, not so! Thy will is bent<br> | |||
to deal with sinners in thine ire:<br> | |||
but when in heart they shall repent<br> | |||
thou grant’st with speed their just desire.<br> | |||
To thee therefore still shall I cry,<br> | |||
to wash away my sinful crime.<br> | |||
Thy blood, O Lord, is not yet dry,<br> | |||
but that it may help me in time. | |||
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Haste now, O Lord, haste now, I say,<br> | |||
to pour on me the gifts of grace<br> | |||
that when this life must flit away<br> | |||
in heav’n with thee I may have place<br> | |||
where thou dost reign eternally<br> | |||
with God which once did down thee send,<br> | |||
where angels sing continually.<br> | |||
To thee be praise, world without end. Amen. | |||
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General Information
Title: Oh Lord, in Thee is all my trust
Composer: Thomas Tallis
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthems
Language: English
Instruments:
Published: 1565
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
O Lord, in thee is all my trust.
Give ear unto my woeful cries.
Refuse me not, that am unjust,
but bowing down thy heav’nly eyes,
behold how I do still lament
my sins wherein I thee offend.
O Lord, for them shall I be shent,
sith thee to please I do intend?
No, no, not so! Thy will is bent
to deal with sinners in thine ire:
but when in heart they shall repent
thou grant’st with speed their just desire.
To thee therefore still shall I cry,
to wash away my sinful crime.
Thy blood, O Lord, is not yet dry,
but that it may help me in time.
Haste now, O Lord, haste now, I say,
to pour on me the gifts of grace
that when this life must flit away
in heav’n with thee I may have place
where thou dost reign eternally
with God which once did down thee send,
where angels sing continually.
To thee be praise, world without end. Amen.