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'''Description:''' First published in <i>The Union Harmony</i>, 1793, Volume 1, p. 103. Words by Isaac Watts, 1711, Hymn 122 of Book 2.
'''Description:''' First published in <i>The Union Harmony</i>, 1793, Volume 1, p. 103.}}
 
'''Description:''' Words byIsaac Watts, 1711, Hymn 122 of Book 2.


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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   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: First published in The Union Harmony, 1793, Volume 1, p. 103.}}

Description: Words byIsaac Watts, 1711, Hymn 122 of Book 2.

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Original text and translations

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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Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn,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.