Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned
By sickness, death's herald, and champion;
Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done
Treason, and durst not turn to whence he is fled;
Or like a thief, which till death's doom be read
Wisheth himself delivered from prison
But damned and haled to execution
Wisheth that still he might be imprisoned
Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack;
But who shall give thee that grace to begin?
Oh make thy self with holy mourning black
And red with blushing, as thou art with sin;
Or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might
That being red, it dyes red souls to white
IV: “Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned” was written by Benjamin Britten & John Donne.
Benjamin Britten released IV: “Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned” on Thu Nov 22 1945.