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Giovanni Croce
(c.1557 - 1609)

Lord, in thy wrath reprove me not severely
(S.A.T.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 6, paraphrased in sonnet by Francesco Bembo,
english'd by R.H.
Lord, in thy wrath reprove me not severely,
Nor punish me in thy deserv'd displeasure:
Have mercy on my sins exceeding measure,
For full of fears, my soul is vexed drearly.
Save it (O Lord) Almighty - most supernal,
Save it (alas) from th'ever-never dying:
For who in deep hell (and fierce torments frying)
Shall sing thy praise, or can extoll th'eternal?
Long have I languish'd in my grievous sorrows,
My bed and bosom with my tears I water;
My foes' despite hath ploughed my face with furrows.
But (now my soul) let the ungodly scatter:
Hence ye wicked, sith God (so gracious for us)
Hath heard my moan, and doth regard my matter.
Lord, in thy wrath reprove me not severely,
Nor punish me in thy deserv'd displeasure:
Have mercy on my sins exceeding measure,
For full of fears, my soul is vexed drearly.
Save it (O Lord) Almighty - most supernal,
Save it (alas) from th'ever-never dying:
For who in deep hell (and fierce torments frying)
Shall sing thy praise, or can extoll th'eternal?
Long have I languish'd in my grievous sorrows,
My bed and bosom with my tears I water;
My foes' despite hath ploughed my face with furrows.
But (now my soul) let the ungodly scatter:
Hence ye wicked, sith God (so gracious for us)
Hath heard my moan, and doth regard my matter.