Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)

Milgrove : Lord, thine image Thou hast lent me : illustration

Lord, thine image Thou hast lent me
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Milgrove was Precentor of the Countess of Huntingdon's Chapel in Bath (see illustration). This setting comes from his first (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: Angelus Silesius (trans. Anon)

Lord, thine image Thou hast lent me
In thy never fading love,
When I fell, yet Thou hast sent me
Full redemption from above.
Sacred love I long to be
Thine for all eternity.

Love, to bliss thou hast ordained
Me, e'er I began to be;
God of love, thou'st not disdained
To become a man like me:
Love almighty and divine,
I would be for ever thine.

Love, who hast for me endured
All the pains of death and hell;
Love, whose suff'rings have procured
More for me than tongues can tell:
Sacred love, I long to be
Thine to all eternity.

Love, my life and my salvation,
Light and truth, eternal word,
Thou alone dost consolation
To my sinking soul afford:
Love almighty and divine,
I would be for ever thine.

To thy blessed yoke Thou'rt tying
Me with cords of grace and love;
While my heart is ever crying,
May I come and faithful prove.
Sacred love, I long to prove
Thine to all eternity.

Love, who wilt for ever love me,
Intercessor for my soul,
Who sustains me, light or heavy,
On thy priestly breast or roll:
Love almighty and divine,
I would be for ever thine.

Love, who wilt hereafter raise me
From the grave and bed of death;
Love whose final zeal arrays me
With a garland 'mong the just:
Sacred love I long to be
Thine for all eternity.