Andover (Samuel Babcock)

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  • (Posted 2016-05-25)   CPDL #39789:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-05-25).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 77 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. All four stanzas of Relly's hymn included. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2016-05-25)   CPDL #39788:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-05-25).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 65 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All four stanzas of Relly's hymn included.

General Information

Title: Andover
First Line: My Redeemer, let me be
Composer: Samuel Babcock
Lyricist: John Relly

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 76. 76. 78. 76

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1795 in Babcock's The Middlesex Harmony, no. 24, p. 53.

Description: Words by John Relly, 1776, in four stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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1. My Redeemer, let me be
Quite happy at thy feet,
Still to know myself and thee,
Be this my bitter sweet:
Look upon my infant state,
And with a Father's yearning bless;
Don't thy ransomed child forget,
Nor leave me in distress.

2. I have foolishly abused
My Savior's bleeding love;
All thy gifts, my God, misused,
When by temptation drove:
Justly I deserved to be
Forsaken by my Lord and God;
Yet shall justice plead for me,
For whom thou shed thy blood.

 

3. Thy blest smiles, my gracious Lord,
Shall cheer my drooping heart;
I'm instructed in thy word,
That thou unchanging art:
Draw me to the depth profound
Of all thy sorrows, blood and sweat,
Passing on, through every wound,
Unto thy mercy seat.

4. There, reclining on thy breast,
The eternal sabbath find;
Proving in thee perfect rest
To my poor laboring mind;
Waiting till my Lord I see,
And be like him forever pure,
At the heavenly jubilee,
This bliss to me is sure.