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Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)
The Spirits of the Just
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Milgrove was Precentor of the Countess of Huntingdon's Chapel in Bath (see illustration). This setting comes from his second (of three) collections of "hymns as they are sung at the Right Honourable the Countess of Huntingdon's chappel in Bath". The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.
Lyrics: Anon
The spirits of the just,
Confined in bodies groan,
Till death confines the corpse to dust,
And then the conflict's done.
Jesus, who came to save
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Perfumed the chambers of the grave,
And made ev'n death our gain.
Why fear we then to trust
The place where Jesus lay?
In quiet rests our brother's dust;
And thus it seems to say:
"Forbear, my friends, to weep,
Since death has lost its sting;
Those Christians, that in Jesus sleep,
Our God will with him bring."
The spirits of the just,
Confined in bodies groan,
Till death confines the corpse to dust,
And then the conflict's done.
Jesus, who came to save
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Perfumed the chambers of the grave,
And made ev'n death our gain.
Why fear we then to trust
The place where Jesus lay?
In quiet rests our brother's dust;
And thus it seems to say:
"Forbear, my friends, to weep,
Since death has lost its sting;
Those Christians, that in Jesus sleep,
Our God will with him bring."