THE HYMN
Some weeks ago, I found it coming to mind in the wee hours of the morning, and the very next day we sang about the friendship God offers us through Jesus our Savior in our Sunday morning church service. We hadn't sung it in AGES!
I felt God using the hymn to speak to my heart, and of course, His timing was perfect to meet my need.
Later, I learned that there’s an interesting story to share about the life of the Hymn’s writer, Joseph Scriven. First, enjoy and sing along with this lovely acoustic version:
Joseph Scriven was born at Ballymoney Lodge, Banbridge, County Down, Northern Ireland, on September 10, 1819, the son of Captain John Scriven of the Royal Marines and Jane Medlicott, sister of a Wiltshire Vicar, Rev. Joseph Medlicott whom her son was named after. Having come from a comfortably well-off family, Joseph was educated at Trinity College in Dublin and Addiscombe Military Academy near London.
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During his years at the academy, Joseph came under the influence of the Plymouth Brethren, a fundamentalist group that rejected teachings of most mainline denominations of the day, believing strongly in the “priesthood of all believers” as spoken of in 1 Peter 2:5-9. They also believed in earnestly living out a life of Christian service.
Scriven graduated in 1842 and planned to marry the following year. Tragically, on the night before he was to be married, his fiancée accidentally drowned.
In 1844, at the age of 25, Scriven felt God was calling him to serve in Canada. He migrated but became ill after only being there a short while before returning to his homeland. Nevertheless, he eventually did make Canada his permanent home, coming back to live there in 1847.
The beginning lyrics of his most famous hymn came in a letter he wrote to encourage his mother in 1855, after learning she was gravely ill. He had been living in the home of the Pengellys, in Bewdley Ontario, where he was engaged as a private tutor. There he penned his mother a poem of only two verses which he then titled after the entirety of 1 Thessalonians 5:17, which says, “Pray without ceasing.”
He also became engaged to the Pengelly’s niece, Eliza Roche. Scriven encouraged her to be baptized by immersion. The baptism was performed in April, 1860, in Rice Lake. If you know anything about northern climes, April is a very chilly month, still torn between winter and spring. Eliza developed pneumonia and died. Scriven was so grieved by her death, that he left teaching.
Nevertheless, he lived out the next twenty-five years fulfilling his calling to Christian service by performing hundreds of acts of charity. He was known to give his clothing to the needy as well as giving money and his own labor. He was sometimes seen walking the streets of Port Hope, where he lived during the summer months of the year, carrying a saw and sawhorse. He cut wood for the destitute, deliver milk for his landlady, and care for the sick without payment.
Scriven always shared his faith and what drove him to carry out such Christian principles. He could quote scripture for any occasion, and he even preached on Port Hope’s business thoroughfare.
In 1869 Scriven published a collection of 115 Hymns and other verses which did not include "What a friend".
It was in the Sackville home in Bewdley, where he spent his winters, that he wrote the rest of the words to his famous hymn. His hymn was published abroad and in the Port Hope Evening Guide shortly before his death in 1866, although publication doesn’t appear to have been his aim.
As it turned out, Joseph Scriven died at the Sackville home under, what some have called, mysterious circumstances in 1886. He had fallen very ill with a fever, and brought to the Sackville home to recover. The night had grown sultry. At some point during that long, hot night, Joseph M Scriven drowned. He was sixty-six.
He may have gone down to the nearby lake to cool down, or even to get a drink of cold water from the spring. His friend testified:
Scriven graduated in 1842 and planned to marry the following year. Tragically, on the night before he was to be married, his fiancée accidentally drowned.
In 1844, at the age of 25, Scriven felt God was calling him to serve in Canada. He migrated but became ill after only being there a short while before returning to his homeland. Nevertheless, he eventually did make Canada his permanent home, coming back to live there in 1847.
Pray Without Ceasing
The beginning lyrics of his most famous hymn came in a letter he wrote to encourage his mother in 1855, after learning she was gravely ill. He had been living in the home of the Pengellys, in Bewdley Ontario, where he was engaged as a private tutor. There he penned his mother a poem of only two verses which he then titled after the entirety of 1 Thessalonians 5:17, which says, “Pray without ceasing.”
He also became engaged to the Pengelly’s niece, Eliza Roche. Scriven encouraged her to be baptized by immersion. The baptism was performed in April, 1860, in Rice Lake. If you know anything about northern climes, April is a very chilly month, still torn between winter and spring. Eliza developed pneumonia and died. Scriven was so grieved by her death, that he left teaching.
Nevertheless, he lived out the next twenty-five years fulfilling his calling to Christian service by performing hundreds of acts of charity. He was known to give his clothing to the needy as well as giving money and his own labor. He was sometimes seen walking the streets of Port Hope, where he lived during the summer months of the year, carrying a saw and sawhorse. He cut wood for the destitute, deliver milk for his landlady, and care for the sick without payment.
Scriven always shared his faith and what drove him to carry out such Christian principles. He could quote scripture for any occasion, and he even preached on Port Hope’s business thoroughfare.
In 1869 Scriven published a collection of 115 Hymns and other verses which did not include "What a friend".
It was in the Sackville home in Bewdley, where he spent his winters, that he wrote the rest of the words to his famous hymn. His hymn was published abroad and in the Port Hope Evening Guide shortly before his death in 1866, although publication doesn’t appear to have been his aim.
As it turned out, Joseph Scriven died at the Sackville home under, what some have called, mysterious circumstances in 1886. He had fallen very ill with a fever, and brought to the Sackville home to recover. The night had grown sultry. At some point during that long, hot night, Joseph M Scriven drowned. He was sixty-six.
He may have gone down to the nearby lake to cool down, or even to get a drink of cold water from the spring. His friend testified:
"We left him about midnight. I withdrew to an adjoining room to watch and pray. You may imagine my surprise and dismay when upon visiting his room I found it empty. All search failed to find a trace of the missing man, until a little after noon his body was discovered in the nearby river, lifeless and cold in death."
He was buried next to his second fiancé in her family cemetery near Bewdley, overlooking the beautiful lake. He left behind one of the world’s most beloved hymns and a legacy of Christian service toward others.
A tall obelisk was built upon his grave with the words from the song and the following inscription:
This monument was erected to the memory of Joseph M. Scriven, B.A., by lovers of his hymn, which is engraved hereon, and is his best memorial.
Born at Seapatrick, Co. Down, Ireland, 10 Sept. 1819, emigrated to Canada 1844. Entered into rest at Bewdley, Rice Lake, 10 August 1886, and buried here.
Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.
Now that I know about the life and hardships Scriven, I am even more deeply touched when I sing this marvelous hymn.
What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there.
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