Author of light, revive my dying spright,
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.
Fountain of health, my soul’s deep wounds recure,
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleaness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy’s bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage;
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleaness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy’s bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage;
But God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.
~Thomas Campion
This has been one of my favourite songs since I was about 16. The images of being blind, lost, and wounded resonated with me then and still do. I feel like I'm forever fighting "the old man" "[f]or blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray," but am comforted to know that there is a Fountain where I can be truly healed.
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