A wonderful new musical setting of Thomas Campion's poem To Music. SATB a cappella. Would be great for an anthem at an Evensong service.
To Music bent is my retired mind,
And fain would I some song of pleasure sing;
But in vain joys no comfort now I find,
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Thy power, O God, thy mercies, to record,
Will sweeten ev'ry note and ev'ry word.
All earthly pomp or beauty to express,
Is but to carve in snow, on waves to write.
Celestial things, though men conceive them less,
Yet fullest are they in themselves of light:
Such beams they yield as know no means to die,
Such heat they cast as lifts the Spirit high.