In the black dismal dungeon of despair, Z 190 (Henry Purcell)
- Editor: Raymond Nagem (submitted 2020-04-21). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 127 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Original key, with original basso continuo part only (no editorial realization).
- Editor: Raymond Nagem (submitted 2020-04-21). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 162 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Original key. Contains an editorial realization of the continuo part.
First published: 1688
Original text and translations
In the black dismal Dungeon of Despair,
Pin'd with tormenting Care;
Wrack'd with my Fears,
Drown'd in my Tears,
With dreadful expectation of my Doom,
And certain horrid Judgment soon to come:
Lord, here I lie,
Lost to all hope of Liberty,
Hence never to remove,
But by a Miracle of Love;
Which I scarce dare hope for, or expect,
Be'ng guilty of so long, so great neglect.
Fool that I was, worthy a sharper Rod,
To slight thy Courting, O my God!
For thou didst woo, entreat, and grieve,
Didst beg me to be happy, and to live;
But I would not; I chose to dwell
With Death, far from thee, too near to Hell:
But is there no Redemption, no Relief?
Jesu! Thou sav'd'st a Magdalen, a Thief!
Thy Mercy, Lord, once more advance;
O give me such a Glance
As Peter had! Thy sweet kind chiding Look
will change my Heart, as it did melt that Rock.
Look on me, sweet Jesu! as thou didst on him,
'Tis more than to create, thus to redeem.