Why Good Friday Isn’t Black
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Words: Howard B. Grose, The Endeavor Hymnal, 1902.
Music: Barnard, Charlotte A. Barnard, 1864, to accompany the secular lyrics “Take Back the Heart That Thou Gavest” (MIDI, score).
Howard B. Grose (1851-1939)
Major D. W. Whittle told me the following incident in connection with this hymn: “I went with General O. O. Howard to hold meetings for the soldiers at Tampa, Florida, and one day while going through the camp I found a young man dying of fever. I knelt by his side and asked him if he was a Christian. He replied that he was not, but said that his father and mother were Christians; and he asked me to pray for him. I did so, but no deep impression was made upon his heart. I went away with a sorrowing heart and promised to return another day. Two days later I visited him again and, praying with him, the Lord put into my mind to sing, ‘Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.’ The dying soldier said: ‘Oh, that sounds good; it puts me in mind of my beloved sister in Michigan, who used to sing this hymn for me before I entered the army.’ He wanted me to repeat it over and over again for him, and finally he asked: ‘Will Jesus be my pilot into the haven of rest?’ I told the young man that Jesus would. ‘Then,’ he said, ‘I will trust him with all my heart.’ The next day I called to see him again, but his comrade said: ‘He passed away during the night.’”Sankey, p. 185
1. Jesus, Savior, pilot me over life's tempestuous sea; unknown waves before me roll, hiding rock and treacherous shoal. Chart and compass come from thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me. 2. As a mother stills her child, thou canst hush the ocean wild; boisterous waves obey thy will, when thou sayest to them, "Be still!" Wondrous sovreign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me. 3. When at last I near the shore, and the fearful breakers roar 'twixt me and the peaceful rest, then, while leaning on thy breast, may I hear thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee."
Courtesy of American Colony Hotel
Born: October 20, 1828, North Troy, New York.
Died: October 16, 1888, Jerusalem, Israel, of malaria.
Buried: Jerusalem, Israel.
Words: E. Taylor Cassel, 1894. This song was written for the first convention of the Baptist Young People’s Union.
Music: Flora H. Cassel (NetHymnal.org)