| Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903. | | | | Song: “Never weather-beaten sail” | | By Thomas Campion (?–1619) |
| | | 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! | |
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| 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! | | | | |
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