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Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)
The cross! The cross!
(S.A.T.B.Kbd.)
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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: Anon
The cross! The cross! O that's my gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain;
'Twas there the Lord was crucified;
'Twas there for us the Saviour died.
What wondrous cause could move the heart
To take on Thee my curse and smart?
Well knowing that my soul would be
So cold, so negligent of Thee.
The cause was love. I sink with shame
Before thy sacred Jesu's name:
That Thou should'st bleed and slaughtered be,
Because, because Thou lovest me.
The cross! The cross! O that's my gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain;
'Twas there the Lord was crucified;
'Twas there for us the Saviour died.
What wondrous cause could move the heart
To take on Thee my curse and smart?
Well knowing that my soul would be
So cold, so negligent of Thee.
The cause was love. I sink with shame
Before thy sacred Jesu's name:
That Thou should'st bleed and slaughtered be,
Because, because Thou lovest me.