William Williams, known as “the sweet singer of Wales,” was a much-traveled evangelist and revivalist preacher in that country. For forty-five years, Williams averaged 2,230 miles on horseback annually, sharing the gospel. He also wrote many Welsh hymns, but most remain unknown in the English-speaking world.
There is one notable exception. His great hymn Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah. It not only became virtually a second national anthem to the Welsh, it is highly regarded in English hymnody as well. Taking the journey of the Israelites through the wilderness as a picture of our Christian walk, Williams wrote:
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more; Feed me till I want no more.
The instructions of the director before the following, and the kind of informal atmosphere suggest this may have been recorded at a choir practice. Whatever the case, great singing, well led!
(2) Today in 1799 – Charles Purday Born
English composer, Charles Henry Purday wrote and lectured on music, and was a fine singer as well. He wrote the beautiful hymn tune Sandon, which is sometimes used with Lead, Kindly Light. Better still, John Campbell’s hymn Unto the Hills is often partnered with this tune. If you can get hold of an old recording of the Black Dyke Mills symphonic band playing Nightfall at Camp, you’ll hear a memorable rendering of Sandon, intertwined with a bugler playing Taps. (I’ve tried to find this on YouTube, but so far it’s not there.)
Unto the hills around do I lift up my longing eyes O whence for me shall my salvation come, from whence arise? From God, the Lord, doth come my certain aid, From God, the Lord, who heaven and earth hath made.
The text for this hymn was written by an early Governor General of Canada.
(3) Today in 1843 – Francis Scott Key Died
Francis Scott Key is best known for being the author of the American national anthem, The Star-Spangled Banner (see Today in 1814). However, he was a dedicated Christian, and has given us a couple of fine hymns as well, Before the Lord We Bow (see Today in 1779), and Lord, with Glowing Heart I’d Praise Thee.
Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee, For the bliss Thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows: Help, O God, my weak endeavour; This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise.
William Pierson Merrill was an American Presbyterian clergyman, who served in Philadelphia, Chicago and New York. Considered an outstanding preacher, he was also an author and a hymn writer. One of his songs, Not Alone for Mighty Empire, is a call to his nation (applicable to any nation) to set righteous priorities.
Not alone for mighty empire, stretching far o’er land and sea, Not alone for bounteous harvests, lift we up our hearts to Thee. Standing in the living present, memory and hope between, Lord, we would, with deep thanksgiving, praise Thee more for things unseen.
Not for battleships and fortress, not for conquests of the sword, But for conquests of the spirit give we thanks to Thee, O Lord; For the priceless gift of freedom, for the home, the church, the school, For the open door to manhood, in a land the people rule.
God of justice, save the people from the clash of race and creed, From the strife of class and faction, make our nation free indeed; Keep her faith in simple manhood strong as when her life began, Till it find its full fruition in the brotherhood of man!
When an editor told Dr. Merrill that there was a need for more hymns on Christian brotherhood, he responded by writing Rise Up, O Men of God, another hymn that emphasizes human priorities and responsibilities. While I would argue some points of doctrine implied by the hymn, it is a stirring challenge nonetheless. (For a fuller discussion of the doctrinal issues, see the second item posted on Today in 1844.) To be sure, the Lord’s work needs committed men.
Rise up, O men of God! Have done with lesser things. Give heart and mind and soul and strength To serve the King of kings.
Lift high the cross of Christ! Tread where His feet have trod. As brothers of the Son of Man, Rise up, O men of God!
(2) Today in 1877 – Helen Alexander Born
Helen Cadbury was born in England, heiress to the immense Cadbury chocolate fortune. But she clearly had higher goals in mind. She married gospel musician Charles Alexander in 1904. When he died in 1920, she married A. C. Dixon, a well-known pastor, Bible expositor, and evangelist. (Along with Reuben Torrey, Dixon helped to compile and edit The Fundamentals, an influential set of books defending the foundational doctrines of the Christian faith.) But Charlie Alexander seems to have remained the love of her life. Years after, she loved to sing the old songs and reminisce about the old days with him. And biographer Simon Fox says of her, “She never lost her youthful love of music and retained a fine singing voice well into her old age, continuing to sing in one of the local choirs until she was ninety!”
Helen Alexander is responsible for at least a couple of hymn texts. In particular, she seems to have edited and augmented the work of others, as she did with Carrie Breck’s little song, Make Him Known.
Tell of Christ Who saves from sin; Make Him known—make Him known! He has called you souls to win, Make Him known!
Make the blessèd Saviour known, Till all hearts shall be His throne; Till He rules the world alone, Make Him known.
For the world God gave His Son, Make Him known–make Him known! With the message quickly run, Make Him known!
Perhaps a more widely used example is the third and fourth stanzas that Mrs. Alexander added to Jesse Pounds’s song, Anywhere with Jesus. Her contribution says:
Anywhere with Jesus, over land and sea, Telling souls in darkness of salvation free; Ready as He summons me to go or stay, Anywhere with Jesus when He points the way.
Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep, When the darkening shadows round about me creep, Knowing I shall waken nevermore to roam; Anywhere with Jesus will be home, sweet home.
Martin Lowrie Hofford, a graduate of Princeton, was an American Presbyterian clergyman who was also involved in evangelistic work, and served as both a professor and the president of a college. He has left us only one hymn, but it is wonderful. Based on the meeting of the risen Christ with a couple on the road to Emmaus (Lk. 24;13-32), Hofford’s hymn draws on two verses of Scripture in particular.
First come the words of the couple as they approach their home, inviting Christ to come in: “They constrained Him, saying, ‘Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent’” (vs. 29). And then we have their later assertion, after His departure: “Did not our heart burn within us while He talked with us on the road, and while He opened the Scriptures to us?” (vs. 32).
Abide with me, ’tis eventide! The day is past and gone; The shadows of the evening fall; The night is coming on! Within my heart a welcome Guest, Within my home abide.
O Saviour, stay this night with me; Behold, ’tis eventide! O Saviour, stay this night with me; Behold, ’tis eventide!
Abide with me, ’tis eventide! Thy walk today with me Has made my heart within me burn, As I communed with Thee. Thy earnest words have filled my soul And kept me near Thy side.
(2) Today in 1921 Edgar Stites Died
Edgar Page Stites was a direct descendant of John Howland, who came to America on the Mayflower. He was a cousin of hymn writer Eliza Hewitt (who wrote More About Jesus and other gospel songs). Mr. Stites served during the Civil War, and afterward became a pilot on the Delaware River. He was also ordained as a Methodist preacher, and for a while served as a missionary in Dakota. Stites (often using the pen name Edgar Page) wrote a couple of songs that are still in use, Beulah Land, and Trusting Jesus.
Simply trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Lowell Mason was interested in music from his earliest years. In fact, by the age of 16, he was a choir leader and a teacher of singing classes. However, for many years, he seemed to see music as something to do on the side, rather than as the basis for a career. Mason worked as a bank clerk and did not consider music a profession.
However, all of this changed with the publication of a book he assembled called Collection of Church Music. Over the next 30 years it ran through 17 editions and sold more than fifty thousand copies, establishing Lowell Mason’s reputation. He is now considered “the father of American church music.” Not only that, he was the first to teach music in an American public school, and the first to receive a Doctor of Music degree from an American Institution.
Mason composed over 1,600 pieces of sacred music, including dozens of hymn tunes. One of these is Boylston, used with Charles Wesley’s hymn, A Charge to Keep I Have.
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify, Who gave His Son my soul to save, And fit it for the sky.
To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil: O may it all my powers engage To do my Master’s will!
(2) Today in 1861 – Ada Habershon Born
Ada Ruth Habershon, a gifted Bible teacher, was born in England. There are few women, certainly in the nineteenth century, who had the level of orthodox biblical scholarship she demonstrated. She produced many books that are still worth studying today, writing with clarity, logic, and a profound knowledge of the Bible. Purchase a copy of her Study of the Types, and you will be blessed by her ability to tie Old Testament and New together. Habershon was a close friend of Dwight Moody and Charles Spurgeon.
Ada Habershon visited the United States at Moody’s invitation, to deliver lectures on the Old Testament. Later, gospel musician Charles Alexander asked her to write some gospel songs, Within a year, she presented him with 200! Among them are the songs He Will Hold Me Fast, and Will the Circle Be Unbroken?
It is certain that few people today actually know the latter song–though they may think they do. There is a toe-tapping bluegrass version of Will the Circle Be Unbroken? that has been recorded by many artists, such as this informal rendering by the Waymasters.
But this lyric by Alvin Carter has been denuded of the gospel echoes of the original, and simply pictures the sad parting death brings, with only a vague hope of something better up ahead. Ada Habershon’s original (1907) song carries more spiritual conviction. She speaks of believers who have died and who are now with the Lord. The question of the refrain then becomes more pointed, implying that if we do not know Christ as Saviour the family circle will indeed be broken.
There are loved ones in the glory, Whose dear forms you often miss; When you close your earthly story, Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken By and by, [Lord,] by and by? In a better home awaiting In the sky, [Lord,]in the sky?
In the joyous days of childhood, Oft they told of wondrous love, Pointed to the dying Saviour Now they dwell with Him above.
(3) Today in 1888 – Mary Demarest Died
Mary Augusta Lee Demarest’s mother died when she was a baby. She was cared for by her Scottish grandfather and a Scottish nurse. From these Mary learned to love the songs of Scotland, and became familiar with the Scottish dialect.
Years before her time, a man named John Macduff left Scotland with his young bride, and came to America. But though he was successful in business, it soon became evident that Macduff’s wife was homesick for their homeland. “John,” she said, “I am wearying for may ain [my own] countrie.” His heart was filled with compassion for her as she pined away, and finally he took her back home to Scotland, were she revived and thrived.
At the age of 23, Mary Demarest heard of this incident, and wrote her immortal hymn, My Ain Countrie, making a spiritual application to the saint’s longing for heaven. Here is a bit of her wonderful hymn. (There are two more stanzas.) If there are words you can’t understand, perhaps you can find someone with a Scottish background to interpret it for you.
I am far frae my hame, an’ I’m weary aftenwhiles, For the langed for hame bringin’, an’ my Father’s welcome smiles; An’ I’ll ne’er be fu’ content, until mine een do see The gowden gates o’ heav’n an’ my ain countrie. The earth is fleck’d wi’ flowers, mony tinted, fresh an’ gay The birdies warble blithely, for my Faither made them sae: But these sights an’ these soun’s will as naething be to me, When I hear the angels singin’ in my ain countrie.
I’ve His gude word o’ promise that some gladsome day, the King To His ain royal palace his banished hame will bring; Wi’een an’ wi’ hert rinnin’ owre, we shall see The King in His beauty, in oor ain countrie. My sins hae been mony, an’ my sorrows hae been sair, But there they’ll never vex me, nor be remembered mair; For His bluid made me white, and His hand shall dry my e’e, When He brings me hame at last to my ain countrie.
William MacEwan was a famed Scottish street singer at the turn of the twentieth century, singing the gospel into seeking hearts on the streets of Glasgow. He made a recording of this song in 1911. For a unique experience, click on #20 here, and you will hear MacEwan sing Demarest’s song. (And #13 is the original version of Ada Habershon’s Will the Circle Be Unbroken?)
English clergyman and hymn writer Frederick Whitfield was educated at Trinity College, Dublin, and went on to hold various positions in the Church of England. He published about 30 volumes of prose and verse, and a couple of his songs can be found in some hymnals today. Most familiar to us is O How I Love Jesus.
There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in my ear, The sweetest name on earth.
O how I love Jesus, O how I love Jesus, O how I love Jesus, Because He first loved me!
This is rather unsubstantial fare, as far as any depth of teaching is concerned. Its focus on me and my weak love for the Lord so bothered a well-known hymn writer that he created a song with a different perspective to counter it. You can check it out at Today in 1838. But there is another of Whitfield’s hymns, I Saw the Cross of Jesus, that makes a much stronger gospel statement.
I saw the cross of Jesus, when burdened with my sin, I sought the cross of Jesus, to give me peace within; I brought my soul to Jesus, He cleansed it in His blood; And in the cross of Jesus I found my peace with God.
I love the cross of Jesus, it tells me what I am– A vile and guilty creature, saved only through the Lamb; No righteousness, nor merit, no beauty I can plead; Yet in the cross of glory, my title there I read.
Sweet is the cross of Jesus! There let my weary heart Still rest in peace unshaken, till with Him, ne’er to part; And then in strains of glory I’ll sing His wondrous power, Where sin can never enter, and death is known no more.
(2) Today in 1868 – Austin Miles Born
Charles Austin Miles trained to be a pharmacist, but once he began writing gospel songs he abandoned that career to devote his time to sacred music. As well as writing many songs himself, he served as an editor at Hall-Mack Publishers for decades, even after its merger with the Rodeheaver Company.
Among Miles’s contributions to our hymn books are: A New Name in Glory, Dwelling in Beulah Land, If Jesus Goes with Me, and In the Garden, as well as the music for Still Sweeter Every Day, and words and music of the little chorus Wide, Wide as the Ocean.
In the Garden is extremely popular, but it really contains little in the way of biblical truth, being more of a sentimental ballad. Austin Miles wrote it after meditating on the meeting of Mary Magdalene with the risen Christ, as recorded in Jn. 20:11-18.
I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing.
The book of Revelation pictures the Lord giving to each of the saints in heaven a white stone, with a new name written on it (Rev. 2:17). The stone seems to be what we might call a “new birth” certificate, and a reminder of the saint’s acceptance by God. Perhaps that new name is also the one recorded in the Lamb’s Book of Life (Rev. 21:27) which lists all of the redeemed. That thought captivated Charles Austin Miles. He published A New Name in Glory in 1910.
I was once a sinner, but I came Pardon to receive from my Lord: This was freely given, and I found That He always kept His word.
There’s a new name written down in glory, And it’s mine, O yes, it’s mine! And the white robed angels sing the story, “A sinner has come home.” For there’s a new name written down in glory, And it’s mine, O yes, it’s mine! With my sins forgiven I am bound for heaven, Never more to roam.
English pastor and hymn writer John Fawcett was converted to Christ at the age of 16, through the ministry of George Whitefield. He first joined the Methodists (some say the Anglicans), but three years later began attending a Baptist church and was eventually ordained by that group. Though he remained the pastor of a small church, he was a man of recognized scholarship and ability. Fawcett wrote a number of books, and several of our hymns, including Blest Be the Tie that Binds, How Precious Is the Book Divine, and possibly Lord, Dismiss Us with Thy Blessing.
Pastor Fawcett made the following quaint comment regarding his hymns:
I blush to think of these plain verses falling into the hands of persons of an elevated genius, and refined taste. To such, I know, they will appear flat, dull and unentertaining…If it may be conducive, under divine blessing to warm the heart or assist the devotion of any humble Christian in the closet [i.e. alone in his room], the family or the house of God, I shall therein sincerely rejoice, whatever censure I may incur from the polite world.
John Fawcett
How precious is the book divine, By inspiration giv’n; Bright as a lamp its pages shine To guide our souls to heav’n. Its light descending from above, Our gloomy world to cheer, Displays a Saviour’s boundless love, And brings His glories near.
Oh precious book of light and life Thou source of truth and love, In Thee we view God’s matchless grace, And all His goodness prove, Oh precious book whose light e’er shines With bright and cheering ray, To guide our souls until the dawn Of the eternal day.
(2) Today in 1887 – Virgil Brock Born
There have been several husband and wife hymn writing teams throughout history, and this is about one of them. Brock was born to Quaker parents. He was converted at the age of 16, and was ordained a clergyman of the Christian Church at age 19. In 1914, while Virgil Brock was serving in Greens Fork, Indiana, he met and married a talented singer and pianist named Blanche Kerr. They became known far and wide in evangelistic ministry as The Singing Brocks. Virgil Brock wrote more than 500 gospel songs, with Blanche composing the music for most of them.
The picture to the right came from a friend of my wife’s. By a little camera trick, it looks as though someone is able to hold the sun between his fingers. But we know that’s not possible. Our sun is actually a star, many times the size of the earth. But at a distance of 93 million miles, it appears quite small. And looking at the picture, I’m reminded of how the troubles of today can loom large in proportion to the eternal joys of heaven. But for the believer a glorious eternal day is awaiting beyond the sunset of this life. That sunset became the theme of a popular gospel song by the Brocks. The writing of it came about as follows.
One day the Brocks were visiting in the home of gospel musician Homer Rodeheaver. The house offered a perfect view of the western sky, and all were entranced by the incredible sunset that evening. The heavens seemed, in Brock’s words, to be “ablaze with the glory of God.” Afterward, at the dinner table, the beautiful display became a topic of conversation. Seated among the guests was a blind man named Horace Burr, Virgil Brock’s cousin.
Mr. Burr stated that he had never “seen” a more beautiful sunset–a comment which surprised his companions. But he responded, “I see through other people’s eyes, and I think I often see more. I see beyond the sunset.” The phrase struck Pastor Brock and he immediately began singing the first phrases of a new hymn. At the suggestion of his wife, the couple went to the piano and, he says, “Before the evening meal was finished, all four stanzas had been written, and we sang the entire song together.”
Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning, When with our Saviour, heav’n is begun; Earth’s toiling ended, O glorious dawning– Beyond the sunset when day is done.
Beyond the sunset, O glad reunion With our dear loved ones who’ve gone before; In that fair homeland we’ll know no parting– Beyond the sunset forevermore.
Here is a Country version of the song that I think is nicely done.
Englishman Timothy Richard Matthews was educated at Cambridge, and became an Anglican clergyman in 1853, retiring 54 years later after a full life of ministry. Rev. Matthews also studied organ under George Elvey, and the two men became lifelong friends. As a musician, Timothy Matthew wrote more than 100 hymn tunes, but only one is in wide use today. He wrote the tune Margaret to go with Emily Elliot’s hymn poem Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne. (Some hymn books call the tune Elliot in her honour.) For a bit more about Emily Elliot and her hymn, see Today in 1836.
This song is more of a meditation on the incarnation than a true Christmas carol, though it’s rightly sung at that season of the year. Emily Elliot describes the humble birth of the Saviour, and notes that there was no room for Him in the inn of Bethlehem–and how many later made no room for Him in their lives. In fact, they crucified Him, as the hymn’s third stanza reminds us. Then comes the powerful application: When Christ comes again, will He make room for me at His side? A change in the refrain ends the hymn with a positive testimony:
When the heavens shall ring, and the angels sing, At Thy coming to victory, Let Thy voice call me home, saying “Yet there is room, There is room at My side for thee.”
My heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, When Thou comest and callest for me.
(2) Today in 1915 – Vernon Charlesworth Died
English hymn writer Vernon John Charlesworth wrote a number of gospel songs, but A Shelter in the Time of Storm is the only one in common use today. Mr. Charlesworth served the Lord as a co-pastor of the old Surrey Chapel. Five years later, he was appointed headmaster of Charles Spurgeon’s Stockwell Orphanage.
Vernon Charlesworth’s gospel song celebrates our safety and security in Christ. And there are quite a number of texts in the Word of God, especially in the Psalms, that remind us of the Almighty’s protecting care (cf. Ps. 18:2; 59:16; 62:2). When Ira Sankey set Charlesworth’s hymn to music, it was he who added the refrain. Sankey gave the song the rather unwieldy title My God Is the Rock of My Refuge, referencing the text Ps. 94:22, “The Lord has been my defense, And my God the rock of my refuge.” We know it by the simpler title above.
The Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter in the time of storm; Secure whatever ill betide, A shelter in the time of storm.
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A weary land, a weary land; Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A shelter in the time of storm.
O Rock divine, O Refuge dear, A shelter in the time of storm; Be Thou our helper ever near, A shelter in the time of storm.
Frances Ridley Havergal was in the habit of sending New Year’s cards, rather than Christmas cards. And, being a skilled devotional poet, she wrote the verses they contained herself. One of these that has become a hymn is Another Year Is Dawning. And if you were a friend of hers in 1874, you would have received a card containing the hymn poem, Standing at the Portal. Note how the second stanza below contains virtually a word-by-word quotation of Isa. 41:10, which says:
Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.
Isaiah 40:10
Standing at the portal of the opening year, Words of comfort meet us, hushing every fear; Spoken through the silence by our Saviour’s voice, Tender, strong and faithful, making us rejoice.
Onward, then, and fear not, Children of the day; For His Word shall never, Never pass away.
“I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid; I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed. Yea, I will uphold thee with My own right hand; Thou art called and chosen in My sight to stand.”
(2) Today in 1919 Matilda Edwards Died
English hymn writer Matilda Barbara Betham-Edwards has given us a lovely children’s prayer hymn. Though she wrote other poetry, and a number of books, God Make My Life a Little Light is the only hymn for which she is known today. It was published in a magazine called Good Words, in 1873. And whether we are children, teens, or adults, that is what the Lord asks of us. We are to “shine as lights in the world” (Phil. 2:15). In the words of the Lord Jesus,
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.
Matt. 5:16
God make my life a little light Within the world to glow; A little flame that burneth bright, Wherever I may go.
God make my life a little song That comforteth the sad That helpeth others to be strong, And makes the singer glad.
God make my life a little staff Whereon the weak may rest, That so what health and strength I have May serve my neighbours best.
Alexander Ewing was a Scotsman. He studied law at Marischal College in his hometown. And when the Crimean War broke out, Ewing joined the army, rising to the rank of lieutenant colonel. But his greater interest was in music. He learned to play the violin, cello and cornet, and took a keen interest in choral music.
We know Alexander Ewing in hymnody for one contribution only, the hymn tune Ewing that is used with the hymn Jerusalem the Golden, a hymn about the heavenly kingdom, written around 1145 by Bernard of Cluny. Mr. Ewing was a member of the Harmonic Choir in Aberdeen, Scotland. He brought his new tune to choir practice one night, and that group was the first to sing it. (To see a little more about Ewing and the hymn mentioned, see Item #2 in post called Today in 1819.)
Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, O I know not, what joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare.
(2) Today in 1918 – Annie Hawks Died
Annie Sherwood Hawks wrote about 400 hymns during her lifetime, but only one is in common use today. I Need Thee Every Hour is a reminder of our total dependence on the Lord.
Permit me a brief personal reminiscence about this hymn. It was the signature song of a friend of our family named Ralph Hunter, perhaps the finest tenor soloist I ever heard in person. And he did not even sing solos until he was “discovered” by a neighbour, singing in his garden, and told that he should share his voice with the world. He was in his forties at the time.
Ralph Hunter was a humble man, a painter employed in a large International Harvester plant. My cousin Jack tells of being hired by them as a young man, and of his trepidation about his first day on the job. Would they mock his Christian faith? How would he be able to stand for Christ among the other men? But he says that as he entered the plant on that first day, he heard an amazing sound, a soaring tenor voice, from high in some scaffolding, singing a beautiful gospel song written by Alfred Ackley (with music by his older brother Bentley):
I am amazed that God could ever love me, So full of sin, so covered o’er with shame; Make me to walk with Him who is above me, Cleansed by the pow’r of His redeeming name.
I am amazed that God would ever save me, Naught but the cross could take away my sin; Through faith in Christ, eternal life He gave me, Now He abides forevermore within.
It was Ralph Hunter singing. And my cousin reports that the Lord used this testimony in song to give him courage and confidence in the workplace.
Many times, I heard Mr. Hunter sing Annie Hawks’s I Need Thee Every Hour. A special setting of the words was written for him, adapting a tune from Puccini’s opera Madame Butterfly. In the Lord’s time, I look forward to joining Ralph in the heavenly choir as we continue to sing the praises of God forever.
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord; No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee; Every hour I need Thee; O bless me now, my Saviour, I come to Thee.
Edward Perronet was born in England, the descendant of a distinguished French family that had fled the continent in a time of religious oppression. Like his father before him, Edward became a pastor, and he joined with the Wesleys in their evangelical outreach. This was during the 1740s and 1750s when the “Methodists” as they came to be known were suffering much persecution. Their street preachers were often violently attacked. In that regard, this note appears in Wesley’s diary:
From Rockdale we went to Bolton, and soon found that the Rockdale lions were lambs in comparison with those of Bolton. Edward Perronet was thrown down and rolled in mud and mire. Stones were hurled and windows broken.
When Perronet escaped, Wesley said that he was so covered with mud that “one could scarce tell what or who he was.” But these stalwart Christians stood firm. They declared with Paul, “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation, for everyone who believes” (Rom. 1:16). It was in the glow of such faith that in 1779 Edward Perronet penned what has been called the “National Anthem of Christendom,” All Hail the Power of Jesus Name.
All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all.
Several tunes have been commonly used with this text. For a discussion of them, and my opinion as to which is best, see Today in 1819.
(2) Today in 1878 – Edward Caswall Died
Englishman Edward Caswall is known in hymnody chiefly for his translation work. He produced English versions of ancient Latin hymns, giving us, notably, When Morning Gilds the Skies and Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee.
Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest.
O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek!
(3) Today in 1921 – The First Christian Radio Broadcast
Though Canadian inventor Reginald Fessenden made an experimental radio broadcast of a Scripture reading and a hymn in 1906, today’s date marks the real beginning of Christian broadcasting. On primitive equipment, something like what is seen here, an outreach began that would soon girdle the globe.
Calvary Episcopal Church in Pittsburgh is credited with being first, with the broadcast of its church service. Not thinking much of the whole idea, the senior pastor missed his appointment with history when he called upon his assistant, Lewis Whittemore, to preach. Two technicians from a local station assisted, dressed in choir robes for the service, so they would be less conspicuous.
Sacred music was immediately a part of the content being sent out over the airwaves, giving listeners an opportunity to hear old favourites and be introduced to new selections. A Pittsburgh newspaper of the day commented about Calvary Episcopal’s broadcast:
It is marvelous, this transmitting of church services by radio. One can almost imagine being in church. The blending music of the sixty men and boys lifted in song, and the ring of the deep-set voice of the preacher, all make the service seem realistic.
