The train plummeted into the ravine. As it came to rest in the river bottom, flames enveloped the wooden passenger cars. Philip Bliss was able to extricate himself from the burning rubble through a broken window and frantically looked around to find his beloved Lucy. Seeing that she was still in the train car pinned under the ironwork of the seats, he lowered himself back into the burning wreckage to try and free her.
With flames dancing around them, Philip desperately tried to free his sweet wife. Can you imagine the turmoil? The fear? Unfortunately Philip's desperate attempt to free his wife was to no avail and their bodies were never recovered. All that remained was a blackened, charred passenger car and Philip's trunk that miraculously survived the crash without being burned.
In that trunk was found the last hymn that Mr. Bliss wrote entitled, "He Knows." The hymn begins as follows: "I know not what awaits me. God kindly veils my eyes..."
Have I ever mentioned that I am grateful for the good things that we can find on the Internet. As with everything in life, there is good and bad to the Internet, and I am so thankful to be blessed with all of the goodness that can be found with a few strokes of the keyboard.
As I was getting ready this morning, I was listening to my "Sunday Sounds" playlist on Pandora. I will do this often with a prayer in my heart so that I can know which song to highlight in my post for that day. The songs, "I Will Sing of My Redeemer" performed by Fernando Ortega came on and I said to myself, "Yes. This is the one."
Fast forward to after church when I was looking on YouTube to find a video of the song to share with you today. On one of the videos I found I noticed that one of the comments had some information about the original composer of the song--Mr. Philip Bliss. I was drawn to his story and ended up doing a little more research on my own. That's when I came across this article that gave more details to Mr. Bliss's life.
As you can see, his life came to a tragic end, but as is often said, "It doesn't matter how you die. What matters is how you live." And Philip Bliss lived a life that was dedicated to God. Because of the talents that he was blessed with and the courage and commitment he had to pursue and use those talents wisely, we have been blessed with hundreds of beautiful hymns that allow us to worship our Savior through song.
Thank you, Mr. Bliss. I am so glad that I happened upon your story this holy Sabbath day.