Yes, I sang this one too. I was introduced to many amazing pieces throughout high school mostly, some in college. Hey, I had to sing in Swahili and do some other pretty seemingly stupid things so I enjoy sharing the highlights!
It’s an amazing display of changing meter or polymeter.
At the round earth's imagined corners blow your trumpets, angels and arise from death you numberless infinities of souls and to your scattered bodies go! All whom the flood did and fire shall overthrow All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies, despair, law, chance hath slain; And you whose eyes shall behold God And never taste death's woe, But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn [apace]1, For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thoud'st sealed my pardon with Thy blood. words by John Donne (1572-1631)