Never weather-beaten sail

Thomas Campion

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Verse 1
Never weather beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Than my weary sprite now longs to fly out of my trou bled breast. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, sweet est Lord, and take my soul to rest. Ev er bloom ing are the joys of Heav'n's high Pa ra dise: Glory there the sun out shines, whose beams the blessed on ly see. O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, glor ious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee.
Verse 2
Ne ver tired pil grim's limbs affec ted slum ber more, Cold age deafs not there our ears, nor va pour dims our eyes;

Free to sing: Thomas Campion died in 1620.