Born: January 23, 1717, Henley-in-Arden, Warwickshire, England.
Died: September 23, 1795, Bourton-on-the-Water, Gloucestershire, England.
Buried: Bourton-on-the-Water, Gloucestershire, England.
Son of Baptist minister John Beddome, Benjamin was apprenticed to a surgeon in Bristol, but moved to London in 1739 and joined the Baptist church in Prescott Street. At the call of his church, he devoted himself to the work of Christian ministry, and in 1740 began to preach at Bourton-on-the-Water, Gloucestershire. For many years he was one of the most respected Baptist ministers in western England. He was also a man of some literary culture. In 1752, he wrote A Scriptural Exposition of the Baptist Catechism, by Way of Question and Answer. In 1770, Beddome received a MA degree from Providence College, Rhode Island.
It was Beddome’s practice to write a hymn weekly for use after his Sunday morning sermon. Though not originally intended for publication, he allowed 13 of these to appear in the Bristol Baptist Collection of Ash & Evans (1769), and 36 in Rippon’s Selections (1787). In 1817, a posthumous collection of his hymns was published, in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship or Family Devotion, containing 830 pieces. Robert Hall wrote of Beddome’s hymns:
The man of taste will be gratified with the beauty and original turns of thought which many of them exhibit, while the experimental Christian will often perceive the most secret movements of his soul strikingly delineated, and sentiments pourtrayed which will find their echo in every heart.
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Hymns
- All Glory Be to Him Who Came
- Almighty God, We Cry to Thee
- And Shall I Sit Alone?
- Arise, Thou Bright and Morning Star
- Ascend Thy Throne, Almighty King
- Awake, Awake, My Heart and Tongue
- Awake, Awake, Thou Mighty Arm
- Behold the Day Is Gone
- Behold the Eunuch, When Baptized
- Burdened with Guilt and Pale with Fear
- Buried Beneath the Yielding Wave
- Can Sinners Hope for Heaven?
- Come Holy Spirit, Come
- Come, Jesus, Heavenly Teacher, Come
- Come, Thou Eternal Spirit, Come
- Come, Ye Humble, Contrite Souls
- Death, ’Tis an Awful Word
- Did Christ o’er Sinners Weep?
- Dost Thou My Profit Seek?
- Each Other We Have Owned
- Eternal Source of Every Good
- Faith, ’Tis a Precious Gift
- Father of Mercies, Bend Thine Ear
- Fountain of Blessing, Ever Blest
- From Thy Dear Pierced Side
- Go Forth, Ye Saints, Behold Your King
- God, in the Gospel of His Son
- Great God, ’Tis from Thy Sovereign Grace
- Great God, to Thee I’ll Make
- Great God of Providence, Thy Ways
- Great God, My Maker and My King
- How Free and Boundless Is the Grace
- How Great, How Solemn is the Work
- How Great the Wisdom
- How Many Doubts and Fears Prevail
- If Secret Fraud Should Dwell
- In All My Ways, O God
- In Duties and in Sufferings, Too
- Jesus, Delightful, Charming Name
- Jesus, My Love, My Chief Delight
- Jesus, My Savior, Bind Me Fast
- Jesus, My Savior, Let Me Be
- Jesus, When Faith with Fixed Eyes
- Let Party Names No More
- Lord, Incline My Wandering Heart
- Lord, Though Bitter Is the Cup
- Lord, with a Grieved and Aching Heart
- Love Is the Fountain Whence
- Mighty God Will Not Despise, The
- My Few Revolving Years
- My Rising Soul with Strong Desires
- My Times of Sorrow and of Joy
- O Blest Society
- O Lord, Thou Art My Lord
- O Lord, Thy Perfect Word
- On Britain, Long a Favored Isle
- On Wings of Love the Christian Flies
- Prayer Is the Breath of God in Man
- Shout, for the Blessed Jesus Reigns
- So Fair a Face Bedewed with Tears
- Sprinkled with the Reconciling Blood
- Straight the Gate, the Way is Narrow
- There Is a World of Perfect Bliss
- This World’s a Dreary Wilderness
- Wait, O My Soul, Thy Maker’s Will
- Wandering Star, the Fleeting Wind, The
- When Adam Sinned, Through All His Race
- When by the Tempter’s Wiles Betrayed
- When Israel Through the Desert Passed
- When Storms Hang o’er the Christian’s Head
- Where’er the Blustering North Wind Blows
- Why, O My Soul, Why Weepest Thou?
- Witness, Ye Men and Angels, Now
- Ye Trembling Souls, Dismiss Your Fears
- Ye Worlds of Light That Roll So Near
- Your Work, Ye Saints, Is Not Comprised