Mendom (William Billings)

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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, revised in The Suffolk Harmony, 1786
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

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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.