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Hymn of the Week – None Among Sons of Men

29/10/2011

Today’s Hymn of the Week offering was written by John Berridge, a Seventeenth Century Anglican minister, stationed in the Diocese of Ely, in England.

Born in 1716 into a farming family, John found himself with little interest in the agricultural life, and went up to Cambridge to study theology. Ordained as a clergyman in 1749, he became the vicar of Everton, in the Ely diocese.

Berridge was passionate preacher, and was much concerned that his hearers should better their lives and earn their salvation through their good works. Despite his great fervour, his sermons were having little effect on the people, and he began to search the scriptures and pray for guidance. It was in 1755 that he was awakened to the fact that good works could not save, and he began to preach the gospel of salvation by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone. There was an immediate response, and people were converted in his church. Berridge took the message out onto the roads. He travelled on horseback up to 100 miles a week, and preached at least 12 times every week. Whitfield invited him to preach in London, Wesley commended him as being instrumental in the revival of primitive Christianity, and Spurgeon later included him in his lis of eccentric preachers. Berridge’s first collection of hymns was published as A Collection of Divine Songs in the 1760s. In 1785, a collection of 342 hymns were published.

He died at the age of 77 and thousands attended his funeral. At his own request John Berridge was buried on the north-east side of Everton churchyard as “a means of consecrating it”. This piece of ground had previously been reserved for those who had come to a dishonourable end. His gravestone is a testament to his humble faith. (Wikipedia)

Here’s the hymn…

1. When by faith my Lord I see,
Bleeding on a cross for me
Quick my idols all depart,
Jesus gets and fills my heart

None among the sons of men, none among the heavenly train
Can with Jesus then compare, none so sweet, none so fair.

2. Soon my tongue would fain express
All His love and loveliness
But I lisp and falter forth
Broken words, not half His worth

This version as sung by Matthew Smith.

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John Berridge

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