We must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth He devise means, that His banished be not expelled from Him.@2 Samuel 14:14
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John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795).

One of his best hymns Mr. Beddome wrote after recovering from a severe illness. He had first written a hymn of gratitude for his restoration to health. On further reflection He wrote these lines.

Burrage, p. 51.

St. Agnes John B. Dykes, in Hymnal for Use in the English Church, by John Grey, 1866 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795)

If I must die, O let me die
Trusting in Jesus’ blood!
That blood which hath atonement made,
And reconciles to God.

If I must die, then let me die
In peace with all mankind,
And change these fleeting joys below
For pleasures more refined.

If I must die, as die I must,
Let some kind seraph come,
And bear me on his friendly wing
To my celestial home!

Of Canaan’s land from Pisgah’s top
May I but have a view!
Though Jordan should o’erflow its banks,
I’ll boldly venture through.