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Thou mighty God - When David's life by Saul - When the poor Cripple (John Dowland)

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Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-26).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 208 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (8/9 course, tenor G tuning)
Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2005-09-17).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 180 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Copyright (c) 1995/2004 SMC

General Information

Title: Thou Mighty God - When Davids life by Saul - When the poore Criple
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Lute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: A Pilgrimes Solace (1612), nos.14-16

Description: May be performed SATB plus lute, solo voice (S/T) plus lute and bass viol, or S solo, 3 viols and lute

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Original text and translations

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Thou mightie God, that rightest every wrong,
Listen to patience in a dying song.
When Job had lost his Children, Lands, and goods,
Patience asswaged his excessive paine,
And when his sorrowes came as fast as flouds,
hope kept his hart, till comfort came againe.

When Davids life by Saul was often sought,
And worlds of woes did compasse him about,
On dire revenge he never had a thought,
But in his griefes, Hope still did help him out.

When the poore Criple by the Poole did lye,
Full many yeeres in misery and paine,
No sooner hee on Christ had set his eye,
But hee was well, and comfort came againe.
No David, Job, nor Criple in more griefe,
Christ give mee patience, and my Hopes reliefe.

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