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*{{NewWork|2009-12-30}} '''CPDL #20718:''' [http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/7/7e/Never_weatherbeaten_sail.pdf {{pdf}}] [http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/6/6d/Never_weatherbeaten_sail.cap Capella] | |||
{{Editor|James Gibb|2009-12-30}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|7|114}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | |||
:'''Edition notes:''' Keyboard accompaniment for practice only | |||
* '''CPDL #10093:''' [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/f/fe/No3-Never_Weather-Beaten_Sail.pdf {{pdf}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/f/f5/No3-Never_Weather-Beaten_Sail.mid {{mid}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/7/75/No3-Never_Weather-Beaten_Sail.sib Sibelius 4] | * '''CPDL #10093:''' [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/f/fe/No3-Never_Weather-Beaten_Sail.pdf {{pdf}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/f/f5/No3-Never_Weather-Beaten_Sail.mid {{mid}}] [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/7/75/No3-Never_Weather-Beaten_Sail.sib Sibelius 4] | ||
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CPDL #20718:Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-30). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 114 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Keyboard accompaniment for practice only
- CPDL #10093:
Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2005-11-12). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 79 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Never weather-beaten sail
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Motet
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1918
Description: Number 3 in a set of 6 known as the Songs of Farewell
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Original text and translations
English text
- Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
- Never tired 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.
- Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
- Glory there the sun outshines whose beams the blessed only see:
- O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to thee!