![The Holy Sonnets of John Donne, Op. 35: Sonnet VII: At the round earth's imagin'd corners - Steuart Bedford, Philip Langridge, Бенджамин Бриттен](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847557025563925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 29.02.2004
Record label: Naxos
Song language: English
The Holy Sonnets of John Donne, Op. 35: Sonnet VII: At the round earth's imagin'd corners |
At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow |
Your trumpets, angels, and arise |
From death, you numberless infinities |
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go |
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow |
All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies |
Despair, law, chance hath slain; |
and you whose eyes |
Shall behold God and never taste death’s woe |
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space |
For, if above all these my sins abound |
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace |
When we are there. |
Here on this lowly ground |
Teach me how to repent, for that’s as good |
As if Thou hadst seal’d my pardon with Thy blood |