Hearken, O Lord, unto my humble plainings - Croce, Giovanni

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"A contrafact of Croce's {{NoCo|Audi, o Domine, meum clamorem (Psalm 101)"

⌛ Period → Renaissance ◈ Genre → Motets ♬ Voicing → SATTBB,AATTBB ¶ Language → English

Parts 6

Instruments A cappella

Pages 6

CPDL # 60780

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2020-10-03

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Hearken O Lord unto mine humble plainings, Hide not thy face for ever in thine anger: My days do vade as smoke, my heart in languor, Here (flies) to thee: why shun'st thou my complainings? Friends have I none; now from me all are flying: In stead of bread I have been fed with ashes, My drink my tears,; while I have felt the lashes Of thy fierce wrath, for all mine often crying. All kings and nations shall admire thy glory, When thou the sighs of humble souls attendest; It shall be writ in an eternal story. Ah! Leave me not, thou, thou that all defendest, That madest all (heav'n, earth, and ocean hoary): That never didst begin, and never endest.