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*{{NewWork|2006-08-30}} '''CPDL #12453:''' [http://www.p-b-gibson.demon.co.uk/0193.html#02090 {{net}}] PDF, MIDI and Sibelius 7 files.
*{{NewWork|2006-08-30}} '''CPDL #12453:''' [http://www.p-b-gibson.demon.co.uk/0193.html#02090 {{net}}] PDF, MIDI and Sibelius 7 files.
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Peter Gibson|Peter Gibson]] ''(added 2006-08-30)''.   '''Score information:''' A4, 3 pages, 198 kbytes   '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:CPDL|CPDL]]
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Peter Gibson|Peter Gibson]] ''(added 2006-08-30)''.   '''Score information:''' A4, 3 pages, 198 kbytes   {{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Edition based on that of H. F. W. Deane & Sons, The Year Book Press Ltd. 1935.
:'''Edition notes:''' Edition based on that of H. F. W. Deane & Sons, The Year Book Press Ltd. 1935.



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CPDL #12453: Network.png PDF, MIDI and Sibelius 7 files.
Editor: Peter Gibson (added 2006-08-30).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 198 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Edition based on that of H. F. W. Deane & Sons, The Year Book Press Ltd. 1935.

General Information

Title: Never weather-beaten sail
Composer: Charles Wood
Lyricist: Thomas Campion

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred, Anthem

Language: English
Instruments: Organ ad lib.
Published: 1935

Description:

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Original text and translations

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Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
never tirèd pilgrims limbs affected slumber more,
Than my 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 out-shines; whose beams the Blessèd only see:
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!