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From ‘Divine and Moral Songs’

(Arthur Henry Bullen’s modern 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 vapor 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!