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Jehova, quam multi sunt hostes mei |
| 2 |
Miserere mei |
| 3 |
Man that is born of a women |
| 4 |
In the midst of life |
| 5 |
Thou Knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts (first Setting) |
| 6 |
Incassum, Lesbia, incassum rogas |
| 7 |
Symphony |
| 8 |
Love's goddess sure was blind this day |
| 9 |
Those eyes that form, that lofty mien |
| 10 |
Sweetness of nature, and true wit |
| 11 |
Long may she reign over this Isle |
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May her blest example chase |
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Many such days may she behold |
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May she to heaven late return |
| 15 |
O dive custos auricae domus |
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- 27 AT THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD (THOMAS MORLEY AND HENRY PURCELL. |