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==Music files==
==Music files==
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{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2010-08-15}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|4|73}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2010-08-15}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|4|73}}{{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Click on the link for preview/playback and PDF download.
:'''Edition notes:''' Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''What tho' my frail eyelids refuse''<br>
'''Title:''' ''What tho' my frail eyelids refuse''<br>
{{Composer|Benjamin Milgrove}}
{{Composer|Benjamin Milgrove}}
{{Lyricist|Augustus Toplady}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}}
{{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' {{OrgAcc}}<br>
{{Instruments|Organ}}
'''Published:''' 1781
{{Published|"Twelve hymns and a favourite lyric poem"  Bath, 1781.}}


'''Description:''' Milgrove was Precentor of the Countess of Huntingdon's Chapel in Bath. 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.
'''Description:''' The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air.


'''External websites:'''
'''External websites:'''


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
<poem>
What tho' my frail eyelids refuse  
What tho' my frail eyelids refuse  
Continually watching to keep,  
Continually watching to keep,  
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Their chorus for ever shall join,
Their chorus for ever shall join,
And love and adore, without end,  
And love and adore, without end,  
Their faithful creator, and mine.
Their faithful creator, and mine.}}
</poem>


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[[Category:Sheet music]]
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[[Category:Classical music]]

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2010-08-15).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 73 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: What tho' my frail eyelids refuse
Composer: Benjamin Milgrove
Lyricist: Augustus Toplady

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

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Description: The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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What tho' my frail eyelids refuse
Continually watching to keep,
And punctual as midnight renews
Demand the refreshment of sleep:
A sov'reign protector I have,
Unseen yet for ever at hand,
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.

From evil secure, and its dread,
I rest if my saviour is nigh;
And songs his kind presence indeed
Shall in the night season supply:
He smiles, and my comforts abound;
His grace at the dew shall descend;
And walls of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend.

Kind author and ground of my hope,
Thee, Thee for my God I avow;
My glad Ebenezer, set up:
And own, thou hast helped me till now.
I muse on the years that are past,
Wherein my defence thou hast prov'd;
Nor wilt thou relinquish at last,
A sinner so signally loved.

Inspirer and hearer of pray'r,
Thou feeder and guardian of thine,
My all to thy covenant-care
I, sleeping and waking, resign;
If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And, fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.

Thy minist'ring spirits descend,
To watch while thy saints are asleep;
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep:
Bright seraphs, dispatch'd from the throne,
repair to their stations assign'd;
And angels elect are sent down,
To guard the elect of mankind.

Thy worship no interval knows;
Their fervour is still on the wing;
And, while they protect my repose,
They chaunt to the praise of my king;
I too, as the season ordain'd,
Their chorus for ever shall join,
And love and adore, without end,
Their faithful creator, and mine.