November 20, 2005
Have
faith in God –
More about heaven know;
Have faith in God –
While here on earth below;
Have faith in God –
His love would have it so.
Have faith, dear friend, in God.
My Redeemer
Philip Paul Bliss, 1838-1876
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding. Ephesians 1:7, 8.
The
text for My Redeemer, though a joyful note of praise, was found in the
wreckage of a train accident which had just claimed the life of its author,
Philip P. Bliss.
Philip Bliss was influential in promoting the growth of early
gospel hymnody in this country. In addition to being known as a man with a
commanding stature and impressive personality for leading congregational
singing, Philip Bliss was highly regarded by his fellow colleagues. George
Stebbins, also a noted gospel song writer of this time, once paid Bliss this
tribute: "There has been no writer of verse since his time who has shown
such a grasp of the fundamental truths of the Gospel, or such a gift for putting
them into poetic and singable form."
Yet, at the age of 38, at the very height of his fruitful
music ministry, Bliss' life was suddenly ended in a tragic train accident. He
had visited his mother at his childhood home in Rome, Pennsylvania during the
Christmas season of 1876 and was returning by train to Chicago on December 29th
with his wife Lucy when a railroad bridge near Ashtabula, Ohio collapsed. Their
train plunged into a ravine 60 feet below and caught fire. One hundred
passengers perished. Bliss survived the fall and escaped through a window but
frantically returned to the wreckage in an attempt to rescue his wife. As a
result, he perished with her in the fire. Neither body was ever recovered.
Quite miraculously however, among Bliss' belongings in the
train wreckage was found a manuscript on which Bliss had been working. It
contained these significant words.
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.
I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I’ll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heav’nly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me,
Son of God with Him to be.
Chorus:
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.