From silent night

Lyrics

From silent night, true register of moanes From saddest Soule consumde with deepest sinnes From hart quite rent with sighes and heavie groanes My wayling Muse her wofull worke beginnes And to the world brings tunes of sad despaire Sounding nought else but sorrow, griefe and care Sorrow to see my sorrowes cause augmented And yet lesse sorrowfull were my sorrowes more: Griefe that my griefe with griefe is not prevented For griefe it is must east my grieved sore Thus griefe and sorrow cares but how to grieve For griefe and sorrow must my cares relieve If any eye therefore can spare a teare To fill the well-spring that must wet my cheekes O let that eye to this sad feast draw neere Refuse me not my humble soule beseekes: For all the teares mine eyes have ever wept Were now too little had they all beene kept