A Best friend
What a fried we have in Jesus,All our sins and grief’s to bear!
A man with philosophy and attitude to help people. He
was passionate to help the needy people, even during the last hour of his life
he endured to serve the needy one. Unfortunately, His personal life has gone
through the grief and sorrow, specially his love story that couldn’t succeed. Later, he came to be known as famous hymn
writer. Today we know him as Joseph Scriven, who wrote the Hymn
“What a friend we have in Jesus. “
He was born on Sept 10, 1819, in Ireland. Due to financial
means his parents couldn’t afford him wonderful education. He enrolled in
Trinity college in Dublin, where earned his bachelor’s degree.
Once he fell in love with a beautiful young lady. Who
had the desire to spend her whole life with Joseph Scriven. However, on the day
before their wedding she fell from her horse, while she was a bridge over the
river Bann. Where she drowned in the water below. Joseph stood helplessly
watching from the other side. He could see her lover departing from him. Despite
of, all these he remained helpless.
By then he was 25 years. With an effort to overcome
his sorrow. He began to wander and his travel had taken him to area called Port
Hope, Canada. People over there highly regarded him. He tutored some of the local children in
their school. The he met a wonderful young lady named Elisa Roche, and fell in
love. They had an exciting plan of getting married. However, fortune didn’t
work out. Elisa Roche passed away due to pneumonia before they could wed.
In the Port Hope, Canada. He labored among the
impoverished widows and sick people. He often served people for no wages and
shared his clothes with those less fortunate than himself.
What a fried we have in Jesus,
All our sins and grief’s 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.
On a certain day, when Joseph became ill, a friend
who had come to visit him discovered a poem near his bed and asked who had
written it. Scriven said, “The Lord and I did it between us.” He thought that
poem would, perhaps, give some spiritual comfort to his dear mom, who still
lived in Ireland. Joseph hadn’t intended that anyone else should see it.
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