These six hymns appeared in The Baptist Annual Registry in 1801 and do not appear to have made it into the final collection
ORIGINAL
POETRY
HYMNS BY
MR BEDDOME
Exodus iii. 4.—And
when the Lord saw, etc.
WITH true devotion
come,
And stand before the
Lord;
With earnestness invoke
his aid,
With rev'rence hear his
word.
2 Look well unto your
feet,
Lest you should step
aside:
Take heed of indolence
and sloth,
Hypocrisy and pride.
3 Of wand'ring eyes and
thoughts,
Of idle words beware:
Watch every motion of
the heart,
And keep your lips with
care.
4. Where God his
presence grants,
No evil should be
found;
Sin should be banish’d
far from thence,
For 'tis his holy
ground.
ON THE SAME
BEHOLD the burning
bush,
A glorious type of
Christ;
Who his own soul an
off'ring made,
And was himself the
priest.
2 The bush tho' all on
fire,
Yet unconsum’d
remains;
Thus he endur'd God's
fiercest wrath,
And death's acutest
pains.
3 Yet from the dreary
grave,
Did Christ the conq'ror
rise;
And he, who suffered
here below,
Now reigns above the
skies.
Exodus x. 16, 17.—
Then Pharaoh called for Moses and Aaron in haste, etc.
PHARAOH, and Saul and
others have
Confest how vile
they've been;
And yet their hearts
were unrenew'd,
And lust bare rule
within.
2 They promis'd fair,
but soon forgot
The promises they made:
And when thy rod was
once remov’d,
They ceas'd to be
afraid.
3 Almighty God, thy
piercing eye
My inmost thoughts
surveys;
Purge from hypocrisy
and guile
My heart and all my
ways.
ON THE SAME
WITH warm affections
let us come
Before the Lord our
God;
Tremble beneath his
threaten’d wrath,
And his uplifted rod:
2 Sue for the pardon of
our sins,
So many and so great;
And seek the tokens of
his love
Before it is too late.
3 With bitter eyes and
flowing tears,
Let us his grace
implore,
And when that grace is
once obtained,
Let us offend no more.
Exodus xxviii. 36.-
Holiness to the Lord.
INSCRIB'D upon my
heart,
And ev'ry thing I do,
Let holiness unto the
Lord
Appear in open view.
2 This Aaron's motto
was;
O be it also mine;
Whilst justice, truth,
and piety
In my whole conduct
shine.
3 Thus placing all my
hope
On Jesu's pard'ning
blood
With courage, strength,
and steadiness
I'll tread the heavenly
road.
ON PEACE
AH more benign than
morning's azure sky,
Late from the wrath of
midnight tempers freed,
Than tear drops
streaming from compassion's eye,
When at her feet the
sons of fortitude bleed.
Yes, more benign, more
sweet, the bated breath, -
Diffusive wafted from
Britannia's Isle
That calls her children
from the sickle death,
To her own vales, that
cloth'd with pleasure smile.
'Twas he that bids the
rage of battle cease:
In her deep wound the
healing pour'd;
And with the breath of
everlasting peace
Hush'd the wild waves
of discord as they roar’d.
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