Samuel Stennett
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Samuel Stennett (June 1, 1727-August 24, 1795) was a Baptist minister and hymnwriter.
[edit] Pastor and hymnwriter
He was born in Exeter, but at the age of 10 his family moved to London, where his father pastored the Baptist church in Little Wild Street. Samuel succeeded his father as pastor in 1758, a position which he held until his death. Samuel Stennett received a Doctorate of Divinity from King's College, Aberdeen in 1763.
Although friend and supporter to the reigning monarch, George III, Stennett refused political opportunities to devote himself to ministry. He attained prominence amongst the Dissenting ministry and used his influence with political figures in behalf of Dissenters suffering diabilities under the Clarendon Code.
Stennett authored some 39 hymns, five of which appeared in Rippon's Selection, which was published in 1787. His grandfather, Joseph Stennett, had also been a prominent Dissenting hymn writer. Samuel continued this tradition, although with less passionate language than had marked his grandfather's Puritan-influenced notions of Christian experience.
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More than any other of Samuel Stennett's hymns, "On Jordan's Stormy Banks, which was published in Rippon's Selection under the title "Promised Land," found enormous popularity especially amongst 19th-century American Methodists. It was sung in camp meetings and brush arbors, and also found its way into the 1835 Southern Harmony and is part of the American shape note tradition. Several of Stennett's hymns are preserved in the Sacred Harp.
Stennett also printed a memoir ("Memoirs of the Life of William Ward" 1825) of the Missionary to India William Ward which also contained several sonnets and short poems by Ward, which were printed as an appendix. A portrait, engraved by R. Baker from a painting by Overton is prefixed to the same work.
[edit] Hymns by Samuel Stennett
On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand
How Charming Is the Place
Prostrate, Dear Jesus, At Thy Feet