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Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)
O patient, spotless Lamb
(S./T.B.Org.)
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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
O patient, spotless Lamb,
My heart in patience keep,
To bear the cross so easy made,
By wounding Thee so deep.
Bring me, my shepherd, where
Thy choicest flocks abide;
From wand'ring save my foolish heart,
And keep it near thy side.
My friend, Thou hast enough
My misery to relieve:
Though sin and guilt oppress me sore,
The balm is thine to give.
Do Thou, my all, unite
My heart so firm to Thee,
That ev'rywhere, and at all times,
Thy love my all may be.
O patient, spotless Lamb,
My heart in patience keep,
To bear the cross so easy made,
By wounding Thee so deep.
Bring me, my shepherd, where
Thy choicest flocks abide;
From wand'ring save my foolish heart,
And keep it near thy side.
My friend, Thou hast enough
My misery to relieve:
Though sin and guilt oppress me sore,
The balm is thine to give.
Do Thou, my all, unite
My heart so firm to Thee,
That ev'rywhere, and at all times,
Thy love my all may be.