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Jeremiah Clarke
(c.1674 - 1707)
O Lord God of my salvation
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From the Tudway collection, misascribed to Vaughan Richardson (organist at Winchester Cathedral). Clarke was organist at Winchester College.
Lyrics: Psalm 88, v.1-4,13
O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: O let my prayer enter into thy presence, incline thine ear unto my calling.
For my soul is full of trouble: and my life draweth nigh to hell.
I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit: and I have been even as a man that hath no strength.
Free among the dead, like unto them that are wounded, and lie in the grave: who are out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.
Unto thee have I cried, O Lord: and early shall my prayer come before thee.
O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: O let my prayer enter into thy presence, incline thine ear unto my calling.
For my soul is full of trouble: and my life draweth nigh to hell.
I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit: and I have been even as a man that hath no strength.
Free among the dead, like unto them that are wounded, and lie in the grave: who are out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.
Unto thee have I cried, O Lord: and early shall my prayer come before thee.