Britten: The Holy Sonnets Of John Donne, Op. 35: 5. What If This Present

What if this present were the world's last night?
Mark in thy heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell
The picture of Christ crucified
And tell whether that countenance can thee affright
Tears in his eyes quench the amazing light
Blood fills his browns which form his pierced head fair
And can that tongue adjudge thee to hell
Which prayed forgiveness for his false fierce spite?
No, no; but as in my idolatry
I said to all my profane mistresses
Beauty of pity foulest, or is a sign of rigor
So I say to thee
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assigned
This beauteous form assures a piteous mind