Sunday, July 21, 2013

Sunday Hymnist - Samuel Stennet - "On Jordon's Banks I Stand"

Samuel Stennet
1727 - 1795
 
 “Dr. Samuel Sten­nett was born in Ex­e­ter, [England] in 1727. He was con­vert­ed and was bap­tized when young. Like his fa­ther he was a man of super­i­or tal­ents and great er­u­di­tion. Iv­i­mey says:- “His pro­fi­cien­cy in Greek, La­tin and Or­i­ent­al tongues and ex­ten­sive ac­quaint­ance with sac­red lit­er­a­ture, are so abundantly dis­played in his val­u­able works that they can­not fail to es­tab­lish his re­pu­ta­tion for learning and genius.”
…In 1763 he was made a Doc­tor of Di­vin­i­ty by King’s Coll­ege, Aberdeen. Among the no­ble men who wait­ed upon his min­is­try and loved him with the af­fection of a friend was John Howard, the philanthropist. In a let­ter from Smyr­na, writ­ten to Dr. Sten­nett Au­gust 11, 1786, Mr. Howard says:- “I bless God for your min­is­try; I pray God to re­ward you a thou­sand fold. My friend, you have an hon­or­a­ble work; ma­ny seals you have to your min­is­try.”
     He min­is­tered to the Lit­tle Wild street church as his fa­ther’s assistant for ten years; and as its pas­tor, af­ter his fa­ther’s death, for thir­ty-sev­en years. …He was al­so au­thor of productions treating of ap­peals to Par­lia­ment by Pro­test­ant Dis­sent­ers for re­lief from per­se­cut­ing en­act­ments.” Cyberhymnal
I LOVED this happy rendition!
 
"On Jordon's Banks I Stand"
(I'm Bound For The Promised Land)
 
 
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
Refrain
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
 O’er all those wide, extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
When I shall reach that happy place,
I’ll be forever blest,
For I shall see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest.
Filled with delight my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless, I’d launch away.
 

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2 comments:

  1. Foot-tapping music---loved it!

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  2. I haven't ever heard of this hymn. Thanks for sharing it. Love the words.
    Thank you.

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