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This is a book about the man John Hyde, also known as Praying Hyde. He was a missionary to Download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd. Flag for. Praying Hyde - John Hyde's Prayer Life - by Francis McGaw - brought by The School of Prayer's Founder - Peter-John Parisis. Her nickname tells us this. We are going to learn about John Hyde–a man who had a wonderful nickname: Praying Hyde. Would you like that for a nickname?.
At times that agony was dumb; at times it was a crying out for the millions perishing before our eyes; yet it was always lit up with hope. To all appearances the struggle was over and His life had come to a tragic end. Pleading with tears. Hyde himself said in substance, "Self must not only be dead, but buried out of sight, for the stench of the unburied self-life will frighten souls away from Jesus. Then he would laugh aloud in the midst of his prayer. Gordon and all his willing assistants, including the missionary ladies that superintended the commissariat, were able to attend the services. I know the Lord spoke that night.
The pain in my chest kept me awake for several nights. It was then that I noticed what Mr. The room where I was being in darkness, I could see the flash of the electric light when he got out of bed and turned it on. I watched him do it at twelve, and at two, and at four, and then at five. From that time the light stayed on till sunrise. By this I know that in spite of his night watches and illness, he began his day at five. I had always claimed exemption from night watches, as I felt too tired at bed-time.
Had I ever prayed for the privilege of waiting upon God in the hours of night? This led me to claim that privilege then and there. The pain which had kept me awake night after night was turned into joy and praise: I prayed, 'Lord, wake me when the hour comes' see Isa. At first it was at two AM, and afterwards at four with striking regularity. At five every morning I heard a Mohammedan priest at the Mosque near by call out for prayers in a ringing, melodious voice.
The thought that I had been up an hour before him filled me with joy. Hyde grew worse, and the annual meeting of his Mission was calling him.
Being anxious, I induced him to come with me to a doctor. The next morning the doctor said: I have never come across such a bad case as this. It has been shifted out of its natural position on the left side to a place over on the right side. Through stress and strain it is in such a bad condition that it will require months and months of strictly quiet life to bring it back again to anything like its normal state.
What have you been doing with yourself? Unless you change your whole life and give up the strain, you will have to pay the supreme penalty within six months. Hyde was to give up his life of strain as an intercessor in the Sanctuary, or pay the penalty with his life. What was to be done?
He chose the latter without a moment's hesitation. Can I ever forget his radiant face after the doctor had told him the worst?
After the doctor's examination, we returned home, and I had taken the precaution of asking for a certificate, which I used in defence and explanation of Hyde's absence from the Annual Conference. Would he write a letter to meet possible misunderstandings? He lifted the blotter on his table and showed me a letter of six pages written to the Missionary Conference containing his annual report.
The letter and report was never posted, because it remained unfinished, as the severe pain in his head due to his weak condition after his nightly fever , prevented him from finishing it. There is but one answer to such a question. Misjudged by his brethren, misunderstood by the world, superseded in office, but waxing strong in spirit all the while, for whatever is born of God overcometh the world; "and this is the victory that overcometh the world and every circumstance even our faith" 1 John 5.
Then the friend writes how God taught him to live a life of prayer through Mr. Hyde's example, and how afterwards he, too, like John Hyde, was led into the fellowship of Christ's sufferings, down, down, down, farther and farther into the very recesses of Gethsemane, till he, too, seemed to tread the wine-press of the wrath of God against sin all alone.
It is His highest desire that there be in us a life of fellowship with Himself. For this supreme wish of His heart He rises early, seeking, knocking, unasked, uninvited Isa.
How much more if asked and invited! Does not this fact make the morning watch unspeakably precious and glorious? He seeks communion with us because it is His right and our benefit. He seeks this communion at the beginning of the day. He would claim the best, the very best hours of the day. With so great a privilege pressed upon us, does it not mean a solemn obligation on our part to cultivate this life of fellowship?
If we are willing, He will quicken and empower. Remember Gethsemane! Our Lord's appeal to His disciples in His hour of supreme crisis was: Do we not hear the Lamb upon His throne, standing as though He had been slain, make the same appeal again at this hour of world-crisis, at this hour of Church-crisis, "Could ye not watch with Me one hour? The powers of the world to come are at our disposal if we will make time for quiet hours for fellowship and communion, which is our Lord's supreme yearning desire.
The Calcutta friend concludes: But have we ever heard of one who was so given up to the ministry of prayer that the strain of a daily burden brought him to a premature grave? John Hyde laid down his life calmly and deliberately for the Church of God in India. Transformed Lives Behold how much was wrought in the life and work of one lady missionary.
She had worked hard for many years in her district, and none of the work there was bearing real fruit. She read the account of Mr. Hyde's prayer-life, and resolved to devote the best hours of her time to prayer and waiting on God in the study of His Word and will. She would make prayer primary, and not secondary as she had been doing. She would begin to live a prayer-life in God's strength. God had said to her: You have not called upon Me, and therefore you do not see these things in your work.
She had to face being misunderstood and being dumb and not opening her mouth in self-defence if she was to be a follower of the Lamb. In less than a year she wrote a letter, and oh, what a change!
New life everywhere-the wilderness being transformed into a garden. Fifteen were baptised at first, and one hundred and twenty-five adults during the first half of the following year! I have always lived so active a life, accustomed to steady work all day long, and my new life called for much of the best part of the day to be spent in prayer and Bible study.
Can you not imagine what it was and what it is sometimes now? To hear others going around hard at work while I stayed quietly In my room, as it were inactive. Many a time I have longed to be out again in active work among the people in the rush of life, but God would not let me go. His hand held me with as real a grip as any human hand, and I knew that I could not go. Only the other day I felt this again and God seemed to say to me, 'What fruit had ye in those things whereof ye are now ashamed?
The stress and strain have gone out of my life. The joy of feeling that my life is evenly balanced, the life of communion on the one hand and the life of work on the other, brings constant rest and peace, I could not go back to the old life, and God grant that it may always be impossible. Our Christians now number six hundred in contrast with one sixth of that number two years ago before she began the prayer-life and gave herself to it. I believe we may expect soon to see great things in India.
Praise for His hourly presence and fellowship! Hyde was like his father. When duty called, the call was imperative. He answered it not with sky-rocket exploitation and great ado, but with unalterableness of purpose that meant this or death! It seems God meant this and death. In the last class letter he wrote to his seminary classmates, he says: Read of these experiences, as recorded by a missionary in India, who wrote: It is the picture of a stony hill with a little green grass here and there.
On the top of the hill is a tree; most of the branches on one side have been entirely swept away by the wind, and only a few scraggly limbs remain on the other side.
On this card is printed, 'Endure when there is every external reason not to endure. God has been cutting from your life one branch after another, and again and again has removed earthly supports. But there were shadows over the pathway. The next year God gave and soon took to Himself a dear little life. From the first her husband would ask God to fill him with the Spirit at any cost to himself.
At first she could not pray this prayer. How she pleaded and prayed and even commanded God. But he passed away. For months she was dazed and seemed oblivious to everything but her unutterable loss. It was a year of great darkness.
But in the spring God sent a messenger Mr. Reginald Studd, a man from whom John Hyde learned much , through whom God revealed what He desired to be to each of His children, their all in all, the chiefest among ten thousand, their heart-friend.
Christ possessed this mans life. Christ was to him all that the dearest earthly friend could be, and infinitely more. Not only was his life centered in Christ-Christ was his very life. He communed with Him as with a friend, spending hours with Him, his inmost being was made radiant with Christ's abiding presence, and wherever he went "Christ was revealed.
It was an unconditional surrender, and the Holy Spirit entered in His fullness and began to lead me into the love and joy and peace -a knowledge surpassing the love and joy and peace for which I had long been yearning. There came to my heart a deep quietness. The Word of God opened up to me in marvelous richness, becoming food for the soul.
It has meant the way of the Cross; but it has also meant fellowship with Christ. She writes: Speaking sometimes four and five times a day, he would then spend half the night in prayer, sometimes alone, sometimes with others. He prayed. Sometimes it was among the Mohammedans, sometimes among the native Hindus, and sometimes among the foreign missionaries.
She says: I am more and more amazed that God has been able, notwithstanding my failures, to work in such wondrous ways, and has given me the joy of seeing Him work.
I would stand on the shore of that pond and throw a stone out into the water and then watch the waves in ever widening circles move out from that centre, till every part of the surface of the pond would be in motion.
The waves would come to the shore at my very feet, and every little channel and inlet would be moved by the ripples Sialkot started circles and waves of blessing that are even now beating in the secret recesses and inlets of many human hearts. And I am led to believe that every atom and molecule of water in that pond felt the impact of that stone. Only God and the recording angel can determine how much the whole body of Christ has been moved upon and benefited by the tremendous prayer force generated by the Holy Spirit in that prayer room at Sialkot.
Native pastors, teachers, and evangelists have gone home from these conventions with new zeal for Jesus Christ, and have influenced thousands of lives in their many fields of labour. Foreign missionaries have had their lives deepened by visions of God. Letters and printed pages, like the aprons and handkerchiefs from Paul's body, have been sent probably to every country on earth to bring healing to the faint-hearted, and direction and encouragement to those desiring to enter the prayer life.
I am assured that tens of thousands have been born into the kingdom because of the soul travail at Sialkot. Myriads will one day rise up to thank God that two or three men in North India in the name of Jehovah said, "Let us have a convention at Sialkot!
Home at last The meeting and visit in Calcutta occurred in the fall or winter following the Sialkot Convention. The next spring, March, , John Hyde started home as the physicians would say a "dying man. But surely they were nineteen beautiful years.
He went at once to Clifton Springs, N. His purpose was to obtain relief from a severe headache, from which he had suffered much before leaving India. A tumor soon developed which when operated on became malignant and was pronounced by the physician to be. He rallied from this operation, and on December 19, went to his sister, the wife of Prof. Mensel, at Northampton, Mass. But soon after New Year's Day he began to have pains in his back and side. He thought it was rheumatism, but the physician knew it was the dreaded sarcoma again.
He passed away February 17, His body was taken by his brother Will Hyde, and his sister Mary back to the old home at Carthage, Illinois, and the funeral was held in the church where his father was for seventeen years the pastor. At the time of John's funeral J. Young, his classmate was pastor of the home church, and preached at the funeral.
It was my privilege to assist in the service and to stand on the platform and look down into the casket at that dear, dear face. He was greatly emaciated, but it was the same sweet, peaceful, gentle yet strong, resolute face that I had known in the last time I saw him alive.
That February the 20th was cloudy and chill and gloomy as out in beautiful Moss Ridge we tenderly laid him beside his father and his mother and his brother Edmund. But I know that by and by the clouds and the shadows will flee away, the chill and gloom of the grave be dispelled, and that man of prayer and praise come forth in the likeness of the risen Son of God! Holiness unto the Lord As I have carefully and prayerfully gone over the facts and incidents and experiences in the life of my dear friend, I am impressed that the one great characteristic of John Hyde was holiness.
I do not mention prayerfulness now, for prayer was his life work. I do not especially call attention to soul-winning, for his power as a soul-winner was due to his Christ-likeness. God says, "Without holiness no man shall see the Lord," and we may Scripturally say without holiness no man shall be a great soul-winner.
Hyde himself said in substance, "Self must not only be dead, but buried out of sight, for the stench of the unburied self-life will frighten souls away from Jesus. His life preached. Just as he did not say very much about prayer. His life was a witness to the power of Jesus' Blood to cleanse from all sin.
Read these testimonies that have come to me from a number of sources. Further search would no doubt reveal scores of other witnesses to the saintliness of this beloved servant of Jesus Christ and man of prayer. From a publication in this country: In this strange and tangled business of human life there is no energy that so steadily does its work as the mysterious, unconscious, silent, unobtrusive, impenetrable influence which comes from a man who has done with all self-seeking.
And herein lay John Hyde's mystical power and great influence. Multitudes have been brought to their knees by prayer he uttered when filled with the Spirit. Hyde's sister: Hyde had for some time been so great that all who saw it were filled with wonder. He was one of the holiest men I have ever known, and his life exerted a great influence. He verily gave his life for Christ and India. He talked with Christ as with a friend, spending hours with Him. His inmost being was made radiant by Christ's abiding presence, and wherever he went Christ was revealed.
A year ago last autumn his addresses at the Sialkot Convention produced a profound impression. He was an acceptable speaker in Urdu, Punjabi, and in English, and it was always the man of holiness and power back of an address which made it indeed a message. He was truly one who spoke for God. Thoughtful men would sit for hours during a day listening to his wonderful exposition of truth, as he slowly, quietly, and clearly set forth what the Spirit of God had taught him from His Word.
One day a missionary was talking to a young Hindu who had become acquainted with Mr. Hyde, when the Hindu said, "Do you know, sir, that Mr. Hyde seems to me like God. I quote from a postal card written by John to his sister while he was at Clifton Springs, N. How the radiance of Holiness shone out in Jesus' every word and deed! Victory "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death" 1 Cor.
John Hyde had faced the enemy too many times in going over into "No Man's Land" to rescue the dying, to be frightened when the last awful encounter took place that February day in When John Hyde was in England, Mr. Charles M. Alexander took him to his own doctor, and then a consultation with two other physicians was held. The doctor then endeavoured to impress Mr. Hyde with the seriousness of his condition. Alexander listened to the conversation. Surely Mr. Hyde understood that really he was then in a dying condition.
Both Mr. Alexander and the doctor were amazed at Mr. Hyde's perfect composure. He had long ago ceased to fear death, and for him to depart and be with Christ was far better. I am persuaded that no words of mine could fittingly bring this sketch to a close. But the description I am using is from the pen of Dr. Anderson was for some years himself a missionary in India, and was chairman of the committee that established the Sialkot Convention.
He was well acquainted with dear John Hyde. He writes: To him who dares much in this warfare God seems to give a wonderful vision of victory.
He was speaking intimately to intimate friends. I seemed to be away above our conflict here in the Punjab and I saw God's great battle in all India, and then away out beyond in China, Japan, and Africa.
I saw how we had been thinking in narrow circles of our own countries and in our own denominations, and how God was now rapidly joining force to force and line to line, and all was beginning to be one great struggle. That, to me means the great triumph of Christ. We do not dare any longer to fight without the consciousness of this great world battle in which we are engaged. It is only He who can put each man in the place where his life can count for the most.
Then the next word that came was that he had died with the words upon his lips: He knew that the time of His sacrifice was near. Just before Him lay the desertion of His disciples, and Gethsemane, and Calvary. Yet in that hour He said, 'Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.
Hyde had struggled in India for those bound by sin, and that after hours of agony he had often risen with those about him to shout: As he sent that shout back to us from the presence of the great Victor, let us see to it that it rings throughout the whole world: In the Very Presence of God By one of the last mails we had a letter from a dear sister who was a missionary in India for years, and who still longs to be back if only the state of her health and home ties would allow her to come.
She says also that she is deeply touched by the account of Mr. Hyde's wonderful prayer-life, and then she gives a few words of her own reminiscences of him. I had the privilege of meeting Mr.
Hyde again in England when on his way home to America. How his influence still lives I" Mr. M'Cheyne Paterson describes Mr. Hyde as "a great fisher for souls, " and that is very true, for he not only prayed for men, but was a real angler. He would be just for a minute in a room with perhaps a perfect stranger, but it would be quite a sufficient time to open the Bible and show some wonderful passage from the Word, and quietly he would lead the person to the Saviour.
We heard of a worldly lady once who thought she would have a little fun at Mr. Hyde's expense, so she asked, "Don't you think. Hyde, that a lady who dances can go to Heaven? Truly Hyde was a fisher for souls.
Chapman, the great evangelist, said after being round the world on an evangelistic tour, that it was during a season of prayer with Mr. Hyde that he realised what real prayer was. I believe that hundreds in India can say the same. I owe to him more than I owe to any man, for showing me what a prayer-life is, and what a real consecrated life is. Jesus Christ became a new ideal to me, and I had a glimpse of His prayer-life, and I had a longing, which has remained to this day, to be a real praying man.
But let me give a few reminiscences which have been indelibly impressed on my mind. The first time I met him was at Ludhiana in the Punjab, where he lived at the time. I had been invited to speak a few words on the Revival in the Khassia Hills to the Conference of the United States Presbyterian Mission, who had their annual session at the time there.
I had travelled by night from Allahabad to Ludhiana, and reached there early in the morning. I was taken to have a cup of tea with the delegates and others, and I was introduced across the table to Mr. Hyde, all that he said to me was, "I want to see you; I shall wait for you at the door. I felt I had to go. I told him that I had travelled all night, and that I was tired, and had to speak at four o'clock, but I went with him.
We found half-a- dozen persons there, and Hyde went down on his face before the Lord. I knelt down, and a strange feeling crept over me. Several prayed, and then Hyde began, and I remember very little more. I knew that I was in the presence of God Himself, and had no desire to leave the place; in fact, I do not think that I thought of myself or of my surroundings, for I had entered a new world, and I wanted to remain there.
We had entered the room about eight o'clock in the morning; several had gone out, others had come in, but Hyde was on his face on the floor, and had led us in prayer several times. Meals had been forgotten, and my tired feeling had gone, and the Revival account and message that I was to deliver, and concerning which I had been very anxious, had gone out of my mind, until about three-thirty, when Hyde got up, and he said to me, "You are to speak at four o'clock; I shall take you to have a cup of tea.
He took me right to the door, then took my hand, and said, "Go in and speak, that is your work. I shall go back to the prayer room to pray for you, that is my work.
When the service is over, come into the prayer room again, and we shall praise God together. It was easy to speak, though I was speaking through an interpreter.
What I said, I do not. Before the meeting was over, the Indian translator, overcome by his feelings and overpowered by the Spirit of God, failed to go on, and another had to take his place.
I know the Lord spoke that night. He spoke to me, and spoke to many. I realised then the power of prayer; how often I had read of blessing in answer to prayer, but it was brought home to me that evening with such force that ever since I try to enlist prayer warriors to pray for me whenever I stand up to deliver His messages. It was one of the most wonderful services I ever attended, and I know that it was the praying saint behind the scenes that brought the blessing down on me.
I went back after the service to him, to praise the Lord. There was no question asked by him, whether it was a good service or not, whether men had received a blessing or not ; nor did I think of telling him what blessing I had personally received and how his prayers had been answered.
He seemed to know it all, and how he praised the Lord, and how easy it was for me to praise the Lord and speak to Him of the blessing He had given. I had very little talk with him at that Conference. I knew very little about him, and somehow I had no desire to ask him any questions; but a new power had come into my life which humbled me, and gave me a new idea altogether of a missionary's life, and even a Christian life, and the ideal revealed to me then has never been lost, but, with the years as they pass, there is a deeper longing to live up to the ideal.
I had a talk with several of the missionaries about him, and I found that he had been misunderstood by them, but their eyes were being opened to the fact that he was not an ordinary worker, but specially endowed with the spirit of prayer and given to India to teach men how to pray.
Years afterwards I asked him whether he had realised in his early years that the missionaries were not in favour of the way he spent so much of his time in prayer, and he smiled that sweet smile which one can never forget, and said, "Oh, yes, I knew it, but they did not understand me, that was all; they never intended to be unkind. At the time that I came into contact with him, they spoke approvingly of his long vigils. The probability is that he was not in bed one night during that Conference, and the Lord honoured him.
He was out of sight, but, in answer to his prayers, many were blessed, and I believe a new era in the history of the mission and in the history of the Punjab was commenced at that time.
Hyde was one of the greatest blessings of my life; perhaps I should put it in the present tense, and say that it is the greatest blessing, for I feel that the blessing lasts, which shows that it was the Holy Spirit that used His beloved servant and made him a blessing not only to me, but to hundreds of others, men and women, Indians, Europeans, Americans, Christians, and non-Christians. The Spirit made him an object lesson to us, that we might have a better idea of what was Christ's prayer-life.
I hope and pray that these few imperfect reminiscences may be used of the Holy Spirit to reveal to others what is the "life of prayer. Naturally, I was interested and desired to know how brother Hyde had entered into this life, what had led him to consecrate his life so absolutely to the Lord, and how lie had been taught the secret of this prayer-life.
It was very difficult to get him to speak about himself, but I think he understood that it was not mere curiosity that prompted the inquiry. How I wish I could describe this event as he related it. Can I give it in his own words? It was something like this: I determined when I was a youth to be a missionary, and a 'good missionary. I passed through college and did very well. I graduated, and was a little proud of the 'B.
I was determined to master the Indian languages that I would have to learn, and I resolved not to let anything stand in the way that would hinder my becoming a great missionary. That was my ambition. This was not altogether perhaps of the flesh, but most of it was. I loved the Lord and I wanted to serve Him, and serve Him well, but 'self' was at the foundation of my ambition.
He was greatly interested in me, and was delighted that the son of his great friend was going out as a missionary. He loved me and I loved him and greatly admired him. It was in the handwriting of my father's friend. I opened it and read it. The words were not many, but the purport of them was this: The idea of implying that I was not filled with the Spirit! I was going out as a missionary, and I was determined to be a good missionary, and yet this man implied that I was not fitted and equipped for the work!
I paced up and down that deck, a battle raging within. I went back after some time to my cabin and down on my knees to hunt for the crushed letter. Finding it, I smoothed it out, and read it again and again.
I still felt annoyed, but the conviction was gaining on me that my father's friend was right and I was wrong. This was the goodness of the Lord answering the prayers of my father's friend, who must have claimed a victory for me. At last, in a kind of despair, I asked the Lord to fill me with the Holy Spirit, and the moment I did this, the whole atmosphere seemed to clear up.
I began to see myself, and what a selfish ambition I had. It was a struggle almost to the end of the voyage, but I was determined long before the port was reached, that whatever would be the cost, I would be really filled with the Spirit. The second climax came when I was led to tell the Lord that I was willing even to fail in my language examinations in India, and be a missionary working quietly out of sight, that I would do anything and be anything, but the Holy Spirit I would have at any cost.
The missionary spoke, and I was told that he was speaking about Jesus Christ as the real Saviour from sin. When he had finished his address, a respectable-looking man, speaking good English, asked the missionary whether he himself had been thus saved. The question went home to my heart; for if the question had been asked me, I would have had to confess that Christ had not fully saved me, because I knew that there was a sin in my life which had not been taken away. I realised what a dishonour it would be on the Name of Christ to have to confess that I was preaching a Christ that had not delivered me from sin, though I would be proclaiming to others that He was a perfect Saviour.
I said that I could not stand up to preach the Gospel until I could testify of its power in my own life. I was there for some time, facing the question, realising how reasonable it was, until the Lord assured me that He was able and willing to deliver me from all sin, that He had planned work for me in India.
He did deliver me, and I have not had a doubt of this since. I can now stand up without hesitation to testify that He has given me victory, and I love to witness to this and to tell all of the wonderful faithfulness of Christ my Lord, my Saviour.
Can I ever forget his face as he told me these things, that inexpressibly sad look when he spoke of his sin, and that wonderful smile of his when he referred to the faithfulness of Christ?
In the School of Prayer-Another Lesson Learnt and Mastered At the Sialkot Conventions there are two prayer rooms, one for men and one for women, and prayer is constantly going on there, day and night, without intermission.
Men and women separately meet there, and two or three experienced Christians are always present to help those who need help. At times persons lead in prayer just as in ordinary prayer meetings; at other times silent prayer goes on, or little groups form, and have prayer for some object that presses upon their heart.
Missionaries and others bring anxious souls into the prayer room, and they are prayed for and dealt with by men who know how to lead souls into the light. The power that is felt at the Sialkot Convention is the result of the prayer room. I remember one year a missionary full of work, attending the Convention for the first time, and it was very evident that he did not feel at home at the services.
He came to me about the third day and said that the Convention was on wrong lines altogether, that the leaders and speakers should be on the platform "to show themselves and encourage others, " instead of hiding themselves in the prayer room all day.
I told him that I did not agree with him, and asked whether he had been into the prayer room, and he said that he had turned in several times. Two days afterwards he came to me with a beaming face, and said, "Do you know, I have found out the secret of this Convention-it is that prayer room. I never saw anything like it! This prayer room, if I am not mistaken, was the work of the Holy Spirit through Hyde; it was he that spent the first nights on the watch-tower, but joined almost from the very first by his beloved friend and brother, M'Cheyne Paterson.
I asked Hyde once how the Lord had taught him this lesson, and he said that some time before he was to speak at a Bible school one morning, and he had had no time or insufficient time for the preparation of the Bible reading, so he remained up all night to prepare the message. The next day he thought that, as he had spent a night in getting the message ready, there was need of getting himself ready also, and would not a night of prayer and praise be a good preparation for a real blessing the following day?
It was the Holy Spirit's suggestion undoubtedly, for that night he remained in prayer the whole night, and enjoyed it so much that he repeated it the following night. Others joined him, some for a part of the time and some for the whole night. What if we also realised this? At the Sialkot Convention referred to, the Europeans were accommodated in the dormitory of the Mission Boarding School, a lone narrow building, and our beds were placed so near each other that we had very little room to move about; the room was crowded between the services.
My bed had been placed between Mr. Hyde and Dr. Griswald's beds, but I noticed that Hyde's bed had not been occupied at all.
Hyde spent his time in the prayer room; but one morning he rushed in and went down on his knees by his bed-side. This was in the early morning soon after dawn. I went to have chota-hazri early breakfast , and came back and found him still praying. Then I went out to the prayer meeting and morning service, and came back at 11 o'clock, and found him still praying.
I went in to breakfast and returned about I went to the afternoon service, then to tea, then to the 5 o'clock service, coming into the dormitory each time before going to a fresh service. At 6 o'clock he was still on his knees, and had been all day. As I had an hour to wait until dinner, I determined to watch him and, if he rose from his knees, I would ask him how it was possible for him to remain quiet the whole day and to pray while there was so much noise around, for people were coming in and going out the whole time, and there was a great deal of talking going on.
In half an hour or so he looked up and smiled. I sat on his bed and asked him what was the secret of all this. I also asked him to allow me to fetch him a cup of tea, but he refused tea and asked for a glass of water only. Then he said, "Let me tell you, what a vision I had-a new vision of Christ! How I wish I could repeat it as Hyde brought me step by step to see Christ that evening.
A New Vision of the Master He showed first of all what a condescension it was for 1 Christ to become a man. I saw something quite new in Christ "emptying Himself, " leaving His glory and entering our world, our sinful world; what it must have cost Him to live in the atmosphere of sin; it was no wonder that He often escaped from the haunts of men, from the depressing, suffocating odour of sin to the mountains, to have a breath of the fresh air of Heaven.
How Hyde described the environments of sin and the Holy Person living in the midst of it! I felt that even the Incarnation was an Infinite Sacrifice, even if the death on Calvary had never taken place. Then he stopped and said, "And He took this place -became man-for me. After a little time he began again and said 2 Christ became a slave for me.
He washed His disciples' feet-this was the work of a slave. He stooped and became a slave for me. Then he described the life of a slave, and how Christ in every sense of the word had voluntarily become a slave-not like one-but actually He became a bond-servant, a slave, He who was King of kings, who had the worship and adoration of the hosts of Heaven, a real slave on earth!
Hyde continued speaking and weeping. I saw that my Jesus became a dog, a Pariah dog, for me. Hyde said that he was thinking of the Syrophenecian woman, and how Jesus applied the contemptible word "dog" to her and the Gentiles, and then, he said, the Holy Spirit led my thoughts to the truth that Jesus had died for the Gentiles, for these dogs-then it must be that Jesus had taken the dog's place.
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