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- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-11-02). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 27 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval-note edition.
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-11-02). Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 63 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information
Title: Lynnfield
First Line: My God, permit me not to be
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1793
Description: First published in The Union Harmony, 1793, Volume 1, p. 103. Words by Isaac Watts, 1711, Hymn 122 of Book 2.
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Original text and translations
English text
My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Savior, go?
Call me away from flesh and sense,
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity begone;
In secret silence of the mind
My heaven, and there my God, I find.