Mendom (William Billings)

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• (Posted 2015-02-21)  CPDL #34628:     

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-21).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 67 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).

• (Posted 2007-12-14)  CPDL #15669: 

Editor: Michael Lauer (submitted 2007-12-14).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 70 kB   Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Mendom
First Line: My Redeemer, let me be
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: James Relly

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 76. 76. 78. 76

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1781 in The Psalm-Singer's Amusement
    2nd published: 1786 in The Suffolk Harmony, no. 13, p. 27
Description: First published in The Psalm-Singer's Amusement, 1781, p. 53. Revised by Billings in 1786. Words by James Relly, 1758, his Hymn 17 of Part 2.

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Original text and translations

English text 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 ransom’d child forget, Nor leave me in distress.

I have foolishly abused My Saviour'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'st Thy blood.

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.

There, reclining on thy breast, Th'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.