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