by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
If in this flesh
Language: English
If in this flesh where thou indrenched dost lie Poor soul, thou canst rear up, Thou canst rear up thy limed wings, Carry my thoughts up to the sacred sky, Up to the sacred sky, And wash them in those heavenly hallowed springs, Where joy and Requiem, and Requiem The holy Angels sings Whilst all heaven's vault, whilst all heaven's vault With blessed, blessed Echoes rings. Awaked with this harmony divine, Oh, how my soul mounts up her throned head, And 'gins again with native glory shine, With native glory shine, Wash with repentance then thy days misled. Then joys with Requiem with Requiem Mayst thou with Angels sing, Whilst all heaven's vault, whilst all heaven's vault With blessed Echoes rings.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "If in this flesh" [voice and lute] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ross Klatte
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-10
Line count: 19
Word count: 121