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Which gate thou openest wide to those,
Which gate thou openest wide to those,
that doe lament their sinne:
that doe lament their sinne:
Shut not that gate against me Lod,
Shut not that gate against me Lord,
But let me enter in.
But let me enter in.


And call me not to mine account,
And call me not to mine account,
How I nhave lived here:
How I have lived here:
For then I know right well O Lord,
For then I know right well O Lord,
How vile I shall alleare.
How vile I shall appeare.


I neeed not to confesse my life,
I neeed not to confesse my life,

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Edition notes: this version of tune from Musica Sacra, Utica 1834

text taken from "The Lamentation" in The Whole Booke of Psalmes

http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/psalter/r017small.html

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Title: Bangor (O Lord,turne not away thy face)
Composer: William Tansur

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns
Language: English
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The Lamentation

http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/psalter/r017small.html


O Lord turne not away thy face From him that lyes prostrate: Lamenting sore his sinfull life Before thy mercy gate,

Which gate thou openest wide to those, that doe lament their sinne: Shut not that gate against me Lord, But let me enter in.

And call me not to mine account, How I have lived here: For then I know right well O Lord, How vile I shall appeare.

I neeed not to confesse my life, I am sure thou canst tell: What I have been, and what I am, I know thou knowest it well.

O Lord thou knowst what things be past And eke the things that be: Thou knowest also what is to come, Nothing is hid from thee.

Before the heavens and earth wer made Thou knowest what things were then, As all things else that have beene since, Among the sonnes of men.

And can the things that I have done Be hidden from thee then? Nay,nay thou knowest them all O Lord, Where they were done and when.

Wherefore with teares I come to thee To beg and to intreat, Even as the childe that hath done ill, And feareth to be beat.

So come I to thy mercy gate, Where mercy doth abound: Requiring mercy for my sinne, To heale my deadly wound.

O Lord, I need not to repeat What I doe beg or crave: Thou knowest O Lord before I aske The thing that I would have.

Mercy good Lord, mercy I aske, This is the totall summe: For mercy Lord is all my sute, Lord let thy mercy come.