The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love (Benjamin Milgrove)

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2012-12-01).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 53 kB   Copyright: Personal
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Title: The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love
Composer: Benjamin Milgrove
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published: 1771 in Twelve hymns, book 2, no.  

Description: The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.

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Original text and translations

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The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love;
He is my choice, from Him I would not move;
Away then, all ye objects that divert,
And seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.

That uncreated beauty, which hath gained
My ravished heart, has all your glory stained:
His loveliness my soul hath prepossessed,
And left no room for any other guest.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.

Above's my home, my country is above,
That blessed land of life, of light, and love;
There my dear friends, fled hence, with God are blest,
Thither are swiftly hasting all the rest.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.

There lives my Lord, and there I long to live:
He gave these longings, and himself will give.
Haste then, kind sickness, forward my design;
That which breaks other wedlocks perfects mine.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.

Lord, hear these groanings, and some pity take
On a poor weary soul, which for thy sake
From earthly home, friends, joys, and all would part
To be with Thee for ever where Thou art.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.

In the meantime, Lord, shew thyself to me,
'Till thou shalt please to take me up to Thee:
In Thee now let me find so much of rest,
As may with more desire inflame my breathe.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.

So seize on me, that we no more may part:
'Till thou shalt take my soul, Lord, keep my heart,
And dwell in me, 'till I with Thee shall dwell:
This earth with Thee is heav'n, without Thee hell.
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love.