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- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-07-28). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 44 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval-note edition.
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-07-28). Score information: Letter (landscape), 2 pages, 50 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).
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.