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Giovanni Croce
(c.1557 - 1609)
Lord, in thine anger do no more reprove me
(S.S.A.T.T.B.)
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Croce's Sette sonetti penitentiali were first published in 1597. They arrived in England a decade later as "Musica Sacra: to Six Voyces. Composed in the Italian tongue by GIOVANNI CROCE. Newly Englished. In London Printed by Thomas Este, the assigne of William Barley. 1608."
Lyrics: Psalm 38, paraphrased in sonnet by Francesco Bembo,
english'd by R.H.
Lord, in thine anger do no more reprove me,
Nor in thy fury multiply my sorrows;
For in my flesh I feel thy fearful arrows:
Thy heavy hand doth unto goodness move me.
Sick, in itself my soul doth sigh and languish:
Because my sins so wholly overcame me,
Sorely afflicted, and all humbled am I;
And in my plaint, my heart roars out for anguish.
My strength ev'n fails me, and my sight hath fled me,
And everyone endeavours to undo me.
But I as deaf'ned the while with dumbness sped me.
In thee I hope (my God) Ah listen to me:
Ah leave me not (thou that canst best bested me)
Thou my salvation, and comfort sole unto me.
Lord, in thine anger do no more reprove me,
Nor in thy fury multiply my sorrows;
For in my flesh I feel thy fearful arrows:
Thy heavy hand doth unto goodness move me.
Sick, in itself my soul doth sigh and languish:
Because my sins so wholly overcame me,
Sorely afflicted, and all humbled am I;
And in my plaint, my heart roars out for anguish.
My strength ev'n fails me, and my sight hath fled me,
And everyone endeavours to undo me.
But I as deaf'ned the while with dumbness sped me.
In thee I hope (my God) Ah listen to me:
Ah leave me not (thou that canst best bested me)
Thou my salvation, and comfort sole unto me.