Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)

Milgrove : How happy are we : illustration

How happy are we
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Milgrove was Precentor of the Countess of Huntingdon's Chapel in Bath (see illustration). This setting comes from "Twelve hymns and a favourite lyric poem written by Doctor Watts; set to music for four, and five voices, with organ accompaniments.... " Printed for the author, and sold at his house in Bond Street, Bath, 1781. The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.
Lyrics: Augustus Toplady

How happy are we our election who see
And can venture our souls on thy gracious decree!
In Jesus approved, from eternity loved,
And held in his hand, whence we cannot be moved!

'Tis sweet to recline on the bosom divine,
And experience the comforts peculiar to thine:
While, borne from above, and upheld by thy love,
We with singing and triumph to Sion remove.

As doves we have prest to the ark of thy breast,
That harbour of safety, that centre of rest:
Thou hast taken us in, Thou hast cancell'd our sin,
And sown the sure seed of salvation within.

Our seeking thy face was the fruit of thy grace;
Thy goodness deserves and shall have all the praise:
No sinner can be beforehand with Thee;
Thy grace is preventing, almighty and free.

Effectually drawn,we came to thy son,
And Thou'lt perfect the work, for the work was thy own:
Thy breath, from above, the spark shall improve;
No floods can extinguish our dawning of love.