by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
My op'ning eyes are purg'd
Language: English
My opening eyes are purg'd, and lo! A dismal scene of mighty woe! What is't I see? Mankind's redeemer stretch'd upon the cursed tree; With ghastly wounds his body torn, His limbs with ruder scourges worn; No room for doubt: alas! 'tis he! See, my soul, the purple pride That adorns his thorny crown See the streams that haste to meet Another headlong bloody tide, From his hands, and from his side, To his no less wounded feet, Trickling down. Look how the meriting drops gush out From their wide wound; Mysterious drops of mighty price, Each an offending world's sufficient sacrifice; Like common gore they stain the blushing earth around, From all his emptied veins they flow Profuse and prodigal as worthless streams; Ah see 'em how they fall!
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "My op'ning eyes are purg'd", subtitle: "A divine song on the passion of our Saviour", ZD. 72, published 1693, from the collection Harmonia Sacra, anonymous in the collection but attributed to Purcell by Vincent Novello [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Athony Burton
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-30
Line count: 22
Word count: 130