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Arise, my gracious God, | |||
And make the wicked flee; | |||
They are but thy chastising rod, | |||
To drive thy saints to thee. | |||
Behold, the sinner dies, | |||
His haughty words are vain; | |||
Here in this life his pleasure lies, | |||
And all beyond is pain. | |||
Then let his pride advance, | |||
And boast of all his store; | |||
The Lord is my inheritance, | |||
My soul can wish no more. | |||
I hear thy word with love, | |||
And I would fain obey: | |||
Send thy good Spirit from above | |||
To guide me, lest I stray. | |||
O who can ever find | |||
The errors of his ways? | |||
Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind | |||
I would not dare transgress. | |||
While with my heart and tongue | |||
I spread thy praise abroad, | |||
Accept the worship and the song, | |||
My Savior and my God. | |||
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CPDL #32560:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-07-28). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 44 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval-note edition.
General Information
Title: Pembrook
Composer: Daniel Read
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1785
Description: Words by Isaac Watts, 1719, adaptation of Psalms 17 and 19.
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Original text and translations
English text
Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.
Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.
Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey:
Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.
O who can ever find
The errors of his ways?
Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind
I would not dare transgress.
While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Savior and my God.