Mar 30, 2024

Sabine Baring-Gould

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I’m searching for the right word to introduce Sabine Baring-Gould (1834-1924). Eccentric? Unconventional? Quirky? He reportedly taught with a pet bat on his shoulders. You get the picture! A recent biographer wondered how he had the capacity for such expansive learning. One person whimsically described him as “the last man who knew everything.” He wrote histories of famous people and distant lands. He led archaeological digs and compiled folk tunes from mill workers and boat people. He wrote a treatise on the problem of evil as well as an academic study of werewolves. His life was unconventional from the start. When Sabine turned 3, his family set off on a trip around Europe that lasted 13 years. He became an Anglican priest in England and met a “mill girl,” Grace, when she was 14. He paid for her education and married her when she turned 18. He honored her when she died 48 years later with words on her tombstone, “Half my Soul.” They had 15 children, and he eventually moved to his boyhood home of 3000 acres after his father died. He labored ten years to remodel LewTrenchard Manor and restore the church on the property, becoming its pastor.
Churches in his region celebrated Pentecost one year by a procession to a neighboring town. Concerned that young children would struggle to keep up, he composed “Onward Christian Soldiers” to accompany them as they marched between villages. He wrote the song hurriedly one evening, lamenting later that some of the rhymes were faulty. He expressed surprise when the song appeared in hymn books. He also wrote the evening hymn, “Now the Day is Over.” While he initially wrote it for children, this prayer poem appeals to young and old alike. God watches over us. His angels of mercy surround our bed. We can rest because God is vigilant on our behalf:

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh;
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With the tend’rest blessing
May mine eyelids close.

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep-blue sea.

Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
While all ages run.

Rebecca Tope Sabine Baring Gould: The Man who Told a Thousand Stories

Rev. Dr. Peter James served 42 years as the senior of Vienna Presbyterian Church in Vienna, VA — 21 years in the 20th century and 21 years in the 21st century. He retired in 2021 and now serves as Pastor-in-Residence at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary.

Even as a pastor, prayer came slowly to Pete. Read Pete’s story.