Samuel Stennett
1727-1795
Dr. Samuel Stennett was born in Exeter, in 1727. He was converted and was baptized when young. Like his father he was a man of superior talents and great erudition. One authority 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. 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. The meeting house was rebuilt during his ministry. His father, Joseph Stennett, D.D.; his grandfather, Joseph Stennett; his great-grandfather, Edward Stennett; his brother, Joseph, and his son, Joseph, were all Baptist ministers—and Sabbath-keepers.
Dr. Samuel Stennett was a hymn writer of note. He wrote the beautiful and well known hymn, “Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned;” also “On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand.”
[Adapted from Seventh Day Baptists in Europe and America, Vol. 1, pp. 11-18]
In 1763 he was made a Doctor of Divinity by King’s College, Aberdeen. 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. The meeting house was rebuilt during his ministry. His father, Joseph Stennett, D.D.; his grandfather, Joseph Stennett; his great-grandfather, Edward Stennett; his brother, Joseph, and his son, Joseph, were all Baptist ministers—and Sabbath-keepers.
Dr. Samuel Stennett was a hymn writer of note. He wrote the beautiful and well known hymn, “Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned;” also “On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand.”
| Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior’s brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow, His lips with grace o’erflow. | To Him I owe my life and breath And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death And saves me from the grave, And saves me from the grave. |
| No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair Who fill the heav’nly train, Who fill the heav’nly train. | Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine, Lord, they should all be Thine. |
| He saw me plunged in deep distress And flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross And carried all my grief, And carried all my grief. |

Thanks for posting Samuel Stennett's great hymn, and a bit of information about him. It's a song we need to keep singing, even though it's more than two centuries old.
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