Lyrics The Holy Sonnets of John Donne, Op. 35: Sonnet I: Thou hast made me - Steuart Bedford, Philip Langridge, Бенджамин Бриттен

The Holy Sonnets of John Donne, Op. 35: Sonnet I: Thou hast made me

Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repaire me now, for now mine end doth haste
I runne to death, and death meets me as fast
And all my pleasures are like yesterday;
I dare not move my dim eyes anyway
Despaire behind, and death before doth cast
Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste
By sinne in it, which it t’wards Hell doth weigh;
Onely thou art above, and when t’wards thee
By thy leave I can looke, I rise againe;
But our old subtle foe so tempteth me
That not one houre myselfe can I sustaine;
Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art
And thou like Adamant draw mine iron heart