You may imagine my surprise and dismay when on visiting the room I found it empty. I withdrew to an adjoining room, not to sleep, but to watch and wait. A friend reported, "We left him about midnight. He was in serious depression at the time.
Scriven himself began to experience poor health, financial struggles and depression his last years of life. To this day, no one knows for sure if Joseph Scriven's death was accident or suicide. He did not seek to be noticed for it, and his authorship was only discovered by accident shortly before his death.
Joseph wrote his famous hymn in 1855 to comfort his mother who still lived in Ireland. Scriven used his time to saw wood for the stoves of those who were handicapped or elderly. Joseph used the tragedies and hardships in life to empahtize with the elderly and poor. Tragedy struck again and Eliza passed away from illness shortly before marriage. Shortly after moving to Canada to become a teacher, Scriven became engaged to Eliza Roche. This tragedy coupled with difficult family relationships, caused Joseph to begin following the practices and teaches of the Plymouth Brethren. The evening before their wedding, Scriven's fiance drowned. He was educated at Trinity College in Dublin and was engage to be married. Joseph Scriven was born in Ireland in 1820. We forfeit peace by carrying our troubles instead of lifting them up to Jesus.The Story Behind What a Friend We Have in Jesus God promises to help us face challenges and resist temptation. What needless anxiety we suffer! We forfeit peace by managing our troubles by ourselves instead of bringing them to Him. What an incredible privilege! Can you even fathom that the God of the universe listens to our prayers? He invites us to share our struggles, sadness, and isolation.
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer. While amazing and true, those aren’t the lyrics that drew my attention. What an amazing friend! Jesus is our faithful friend who knows our thoughts and weaknesses yet cares deeply about our lives. Recently I couldn’t sing because of a cough so I prayed the lyrics and, for the first time in a long time, they touched my soul. When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?īefore I could read, I stood by my mother singing What a Friend We Have in Jesus.
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