Perhaps Samuel Stennett got his poetical skills from his grandfather, a fellow pastor and hymn-writer. Though his works are not as widely known now two centuries after his death, you may have sung his more popular hymn, “On Jordan’s Stormy Banks”, or the elder Stennett’s, “Great Redeemer, We Adore Thee”. I don’t know much about either Stennett, and from what I do know I only have one thing against them (Seventh Day Baptist). But I am happy and grateful to sing this hymn on any given Sunday–or any day, for that matter!
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.
No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
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.
To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love Divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.