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Milgrove was Precentor of the Countess of Huntingdon's Chapel in Bath (see illustration). This setting comes from "Twelve hymns and a favourite lyric poem written by Doctor Watts; set to music for four, and five voices, with organ accompaniments.... " Printed for the author, and sold at his house in Bond Street, Bath, 1781. The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.
Lyrics: James Grant
Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name
Engrav'd on my heart doth for ever remain.
The palms of my hands whilst I look on,
I see the wounds I received, when suffering for thee.
I feel at my heart all that sight and thy groans,
For thou art most near me, my flesh and my bones,
In all thy distresses thy head feels the pain,
Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain.
Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name
Engrav'd on my heart doth for ever remain.
Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name
Engrav'd on my heart doth for ever remain.
The palms of my hands whilst I look on,
I see the wounds I received, when suffering for thee.
I feel at my heart all that sight and thy groans,
For thou art most near me, my flesh and my bones,
In all thy distresses thy head feels the pain,
Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain.
Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name
Engrav'd on my heart doth for ever remain.