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MILFORD (1760), by Arnold
Tenor:
If angels sing a Saviour's birth,
If angels sing a Saviour's birth,
On that auspicious morn,
We well may imitate their mirth,
We well may imitate their mirth,
Now he again is born,
Now he again is born
Now he again is born.
MENDOM
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 yearing bless:
Don't thy ransom'd child forget,
Nor leave me in distress.
MARYLAND, by Dr. Watts
And must this body die:
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine,
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
And must these active,
And must these active limbs of mine,
Lie mould'ring in the clay,
Lie mould'ring in the clay.
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MILFORD
Lyrics by Arnold
Music by Joseph Stephenson
MARYLAND
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Music by William Billings
And Must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh
Till my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.
God my Redeemer lives,
And always from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust
Till he shall bid it rise.
Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine.
And ev'ry shape and ev'ry face
Look heav'nly and divine.
These lively hopes we owe.
To Jesus' saving love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his pow'r above.
Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these, our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.
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Mozart transcription by Mary Van Deusen
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