Bensalem (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2016-01-09)  CPDL #38121:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-01-09).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 66 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. A minor edit, otherwise as written in 1806. All seven stanzas included.
  • (Posted 2016-01-09)  CPDL #38119:     
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-01-09).   Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 61 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All seven stanzas included.

General Information

Title: Bensalem
First Line: Jesus! and shall it ever be
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Joseph Grigg

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1806 in The Young Convert's Companion for two parts, no. 7
    2nd published: 1806 in The Psalmodist's Assistant, Edition 2, no. 88
Description: Words by Joseph Grigg, 1765, amended by Benjamin Francis, 1787. The version that Holden apparently used, which appears below, is that printed in Rippon's Selection, 1787, with seven stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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1. Jesus! and shall it ever be
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!

2. Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.


3. Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul till he
Bright morning-star bid darkness flee.

4. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No, when I blush – be this my shame –
That I no more revere his name.


5. Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

6. 'Til then – nor is my boasting vain –
Till then, I boast a Savior slain!
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!


7. His institutions would I prize,
Take up the cross, my shame despise;
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.