Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)

Milgrove : All ye that pass by : illustration

All ye that pass by
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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: Charles Wesley

All ye that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh;
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace your surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

For what you have done his blood must atone;
The Father hath punished for you his dear son.
Your ransom and peace your surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay
Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.
Your ransom and peace your surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

He answered for all; O come at his call,
And low at his cross with astonishment fall!
Your ransom and peace your surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

Ye all may receive the peace he did leave,
Who made intercession, "My Father, forgive!"
Your ransom and peace your surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.