Hidden O Lord are my most horrid sins - Pilkington, Francis

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◈ Genre / Form → Anthems ♬ Voicing → ATTB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 4

CPDL # 88778

Editor Michael D'Avanzo

Posted 2026-03-27

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Hidden O Lord are my most horred sinnes unto the world, though open plaine to thee, He never betters that no time begins, corruption killeth all good thoughts in me. What sinne doth dwell in this wilde flesh of ours, but doth increase like monsters huge in me, Committing them both minutes, dayes and howres, as swift as time, so fast grow they in me. Rent thine owne flesh, and teare thy wretched haires, scrape cleane corruptions marrow from thy bones, Put out thine eyes, cut off thy tongue, stop eares, lame all thy sences, to kill sinne at once.

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