by Adams, Moody
The reader will please be assured that I seek in all I write concerning my beloved brother to magnify the grace of Christ as so wonderfully manifested in His servant. I feel this poor, groaning, dying world, steeped in sin, and openly rejecting Christ, can ill afford to part with a man of God like my brother, who constantly wept over it and poured out his life’s strength for it. I also feel the church of Christ, alas, so often lethargic, can ill afford to bid adieu to a ministry so awakening, so needful. But it may be God in this way is calling to deeper consecration, to truer service, to the filling of the breach made by dear John’s translation, some others of His servants. “Whilst Thou’rt calling, Lord, call me.”
May multitudes by baptized with the same spirit and zeal and enthusiasm for the glory of Christ, the conversion of the lost, and the hastening of the day of the long looked-for coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Photo of John Dick
CHAPTER 4
HE ROSE FROM THE RANKS OF THE WORKING MEN
Tribute by Pastor John Dick
Paisley Road Baptist Church, Glasgow, Scotland
Reclaimed drunkards,
gamblers, prize fighters,
now enthusiastic workers for God,
all praise the Savior whom they love
for the day they came
into touch with John Harper
TO WRITE AN APPRECIATION OF John Harper is no easy task; for when one has written in the superlative degree, one feels that justice has not been done to the life-work and character of this strenuous worker for God.
I knew Mr. Harper for twelve years, and in 1908, I spent ten days with him while conducting a special mission in Paisley Road. Then I learned to love him, and to know John Harper better was to love him more. We were different men, but there was an affinity between us that strengthened with the years, and his great desire was that I should succeed him in Paisley Road, if ever he should be led out of it. That is now an accomplished fact; but little did we think that his earthly race would be completed at age thirty-nine.
HE WAS A MAN TAUGHT OF GOD
In losing our dear brother, we have lost a great preacher. Stepping out from the ranks of the working men, he stood before his fellows as a man taught of God. No college can claim him; he came forth a preacher from God. The passion of his life was soul-winning. It was not unusual for him never to go to bed on a Saturday night, pleading for souls and crying for divine power to enable him to preach for the glory of God. It was this passionate love for souls that made him literally live among the people.
Harper Won the Hearts of the Common People
With pride the people in the district tell me how he used to drop in to dinner or tea and sit down with them to their frugal meal, served on a table devoid of cloth. He was one of them, losing himself in their sorrows and joys—advising and warning, rejoicing and weeping—and in this manly, loving way he endeared himself to the simple people who today mourn his loss as if he had been one of their own family.
His love and sympathy were phenomenal, because of the magnetic, sympathetic influence that ever emanated from him. No wonder Roman Catholic and Protestant, the poor and the poorest of the poor, shed copious tears at the mention of his death! The district loved him and appreciated the Herculean efforts of this great, passionate worker for God.
LIVES WERE FOREVER CHANGED
He was a great Bible student, and his capable teaching is manifest in the numbers of young men in the congregation who have an intelligent grasp of the Book of Books, and who have caught Pastor Harper’s enthusiasm for Bible study. In Paisley Road and Walworth Road, London, his magnificent grasp of Bible truths was instrumental in bringing back many to the main line who had gone off to side tracks.
It was a very common sight to see souls being dealt with in the open-air, some even kneeling down in the ring and making confession of sin. Some of these trophies went on to become deacons and respected members of Paisley Road Baptist Church, which was built on the spot where many of its members once gambled and fought! What a testimony to the power of the gospel, working through a man completely abandoned to the great work of soul-winning!
AN INSPIRATION TO THOUSANDS
What a sermon builder he was! His homiletic ability was marvelous. His great doctrinal sermons grew under his treatment until they appeared like a magnificent branching tree, affording shade and shelter to many a weary traveler. His wide knowledge of Puritan, theological, and revival literature enabled him to embellish his discourses in such a way as to send the hearer away with a sense of satisfaction and fullness.
How difficult it is for one to realize that this great, intelligent, earnest, enthusiastic preacher and soul winner has gone out of one’s life! All denominations mourn his loss, for his energies were freely given to all, as he didn’t know the meaning of ministerial jealousy. His life will be an inspiration to thousands, his influence will be indelible, his example infectious, and although he was struck down in the zenith of his usefulness, yet we do not grudge him his translation to higher service. To try to fill his place is to attempt the impossible, yet to be in his place is an inspiration.
He has gone to his reward, and it is for those who knew and loved him to profit by his example and try to fill the gap as far as is possible.
Farewell, my beloved brother! May your mantle as a preacher fall upon your unworthy successor, and may the passion that filled your soul control the writer of this inadequate appreciation.
Photo of Pastor Hugh Gunn
CHAPTER 5
HE COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT SOULS BEING WON
Tribute by Pastor Hugh Gunn,
John Street Baptist Church, Glasgow, Scotland
Would he not in the midst of
That panic-stricken mass of
Drowning men, women, and children
Be pointing them to the Cross,
And thus as he lived, die with that one
Name upon his lips—
Jesus! Jesus!! Jesus!!!?
OUR DEAR BROTHER, MR. HARPER, was a man of Christ. He was wholly surrendered to God. I knew him well, and I never saw in him anything to the contrary. He had no hobby and sought no recreation other than the deepening of his delight in God. Every power and passion of his being seemed to thrill with the life of God. He was on the altar continually.
A PASSION FOR HOLINESS
He was a man of intense earnestness. This earnestness was begotten of his consciousness of God. The power of the world to come seemed to rest on him at all times. This characterized him continually, whether praying, preaching, or dealing personally with individuals regarding salvation.
He was a man of prayer. I shall never forget seasons of prayer with him. He no sooner began praying audibly than everyone felt he was in touch with God. After hearing him pray, one felt the desire to go away alone and open up one’s heart before God. Prayer took a great deal out of him. He labored in prayer, praying in the Holy Ghost. It was quite a common thing for him to spend whole nights alone in prayer. He literally came from the presence of God to his people. His sermons were saturated with prayer. Hence their great power in uplifting and sanctifying God’s people and bringing sinners weeping to the Cross.
GOD’S HAND RESTED UPON HIM
He was a man of God. A holy man of God. God was all in all to him. He was always in communion with God. He reveled in the precariousness of Christ. God’s hand of power rested upon him. This undoubtedly was the secret of his constant possession of that indescribable, indefinable thing we call unction. I never heard him speak without it.
As a pastor, he was most careful in his preparation for the pulpit. He reminded one of M’Cheyne’s saying, “beaten oil for the sanctuary.” Saint and sinner seemed to be thoroughly understood by him, and each had their portion dealt out to them as in the sight of God. With what eagerness he sought to lead God’s people into the fullness of the blessed life in Christ, dreading their remaining satisfied with anything short of the abundant, overflowing life that filled his own sou
l. He was greatly blessed in leading Christians out into the service of Christ. He never urged them to be that which he was not, or to do that which he did not. He led the way.
HIS PASSION FOR SOULS
Our beloved brother possessed a consuming zeal for souls. This was really the outstanding feature of his consecrated life. He seemed to be unable to live without souls being won to Christ. Souls! Souls!! Souls!!! colored his whole life.
He was loyal to God’s Word. He never descended into the questionable paths of higher criticism. To him, it was God’s Word.
He was most intolerant with regard to some of the modern methods of doing Christian work. To him, it was a little short of blasphemy to offer dying men entertainments and amusement instead of the glorious gospel that brings salvation to all men. His own work was a living example of what the gospel alone can accomplish.
COME UP HIGHER
Being a great blessing to the Moody Church, he was invited to return for a second mission, and on his way there, Christ came to him and said, “Come up higher.” What a meeting with his Lord! I am intensely curious to know how he acted in the closing moments of his life. Would he not, as was his wont, be drying the tear away, comforting, and helping till the last moment of his life? Would he not in the midst of that panic-stricken mass of drowning men, women, and children be pointing them to the Cross, and thus as he lived, die with that one name upon his lips—Jesus! Jesus!! Jesus!!! ?
Photo of Pastor A. Moncur Niblock
CHAPTER 6
THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER
Tribute by Pastor A.M. Niblock,
Delivered at Walworth Road Baptist Church, London
There was only one John Harper,
And there will never be another,
No one will ever fill his place.
He has gone; we are left, left! For what?
To weep and allow
Our hands to hang down?
No, surely not!
But to work, to watch, to wait,
To preach Christ and Him crucified,
And thus to save those who are crying out
To us, “Save our souls.”
IT IS WITH INDESCRIBABLE FEELINGS that I stand here this morning. The great calamity that has fallen upon us, in the loss of our beloved pastor, the Reverend John Harper, has plunged us into a pathless darkness from which for the moment our hearts and minds cannot find a way out. Last Monday evening, we went from the prayer meeting to our homes full of praise to God for the preservation of our beloved friend.
THE FAILED PROMISE OF AN UNSINKABLE SHIP
The newspapers told us he was upon an unsinkable ship, that all was safe, and that there was no need to fear. Alas! Man’s word is not like God’s Word—immutable, unchanging, and sure. Neither are man’s works like God’s, for both words and works have failed, as has been seen in this sad disaster. The ship was sinkable. She sank. And with her went down into the dark deep the body of him whom we loved so well, but, praise God, we know he himself has gone home to be with the Lord.
We have suffered a great loss, and not only we, but the entire church of God—a loss that cannot be replaced. There was only one John Harper, and there will never be another; no one will ever fill his place. He has gone; we are left, left! For what? To weep and allow our hands to hang down? No, surely not! but to work, to watch, to wait, to preach Christ and Him crucified, and thus to save those who are crying out to us, “Save our souls.”
My heart sympathizes with yours. Yes, we are suffering together, and God only knows the extent of the void that is in your hearts this morning.
OUR FURNACE OF AFFLICTION
God loves this church. He honored it by giving for a season this man of prayer to lead it into the green pastures of truth and to the quiet waters of communion with God. The very fact that he was found here proves the love of God for you, and that God has chosen this people for Himself, that He might show forth His glory and virtue through you. Today you are in the furnace of affliction. But is that not where God chooses His people? Isaiah says, “I have chosen you in the furnace of affliction,” and so in this which has come upon us, God is choosing us for Himself.
England today is a land of mourning. There are many widows and orphans who, but a short time ago, were counting the days—yea, hours—when they would have the joy of meeting their loved ones again. Today their hearts are crushed. Desolation has entered into their spirits, and they are lonely. Their future is dark, and the spirit of the companionless has taken hold of them. Now they have no one to lean upon, to look up to, to commune with. The partner has gone, that one who was their other being, that one in whom they had lost themselves, and of whom they themselves were a part.
HE PRAYED FOR YOU—O HOW HE PRAYED
God help us then to play the part of the true Christian and remember these in our prayers before the eternal throne. I have said that we have lost a friend, a brother, and a pastor. This is true, is it not? He was a friend indeed. We could go to him and open our hearts, knowing that he would hold sacred our confidence, that he would be gentle with us and deal with us tenderly, and that whatever advice he gave could be relied upon.
Then he was a pastor, a shepherd. It was borne in upon you that he was a man who realized that he had to render an account to the great Shepherd of the flock over which he had the oversight.
He prayed for you. O how he prayed! Some few of us had the privilege of spending seasons together with him in waiting upon God, and at these times he would lose himself entirely. Often have we been amazed at his boldness, asking God for great things and speaking to Him as if he were well acquainted with him. I have never met any man who was his equal in wrestling with God. I have seen the sweat literally pour from him as he agonized in prayer.
At times he seemed to have taken eagle’s wings to himself and be far away from us, far away in that blue sky where God is, and yet at the same time we realized that he brought heaven down to earth. When John Harper prayed, heaven and earth met, and those near him knew it because they felt it.
He was a Brainerd, an Edwards, a M’Cheyne, a William Burns, a Finney, and a Caughey rolled into one. How he prayed for the lambs of the flock! O friends, we owe a great debt to our Lord Jesus for allowing him to enter into our lives. We are spiritually richer today because of his prayers, and in days to come when spiritual blessings fall upon us, remember that in a great measure, many of them will be the answers to our departed brother’s prayers.
HE LIVED VIRTUALLY HOMELESS
AND DIED WITHOUT A GRAVE
Our friend, brother, and pastor has gone home. When his dear wife was taken from him some six years ago, he was, in a sense, a homeless man. It was his wife who made that home, just a little outside Glasgow, “home” to him. Now he has gone to her, and yet far better than even this, he has gone to his Lord and Savior, whom he adored, loved, and served.
When the Titanic went down, it took with it his poor, frail body, but not his spirit, for that has gone home to God. We must not, therefore, think of him as we knew him after the flesh, but as he is now with Christ. If we think of the man after the flesh, we shall see the poor body down in the sea and imagine that he is cold and lonely, which is not so. No, friends, we sorrow not as others. That body was but the earthly dwelling place of a noble man of God. The man has gone, and the earthly tabernacle is now tenantless. If we could, we would cover, guard, and lovingly lay that body in the grave because of the soul that once lived in it, but we cannot. Therefore, we submit and bow to the will of God. For God has been pleased to take our brother to Himself in this manner, for what purpose we do not know, but one thing we do know, God has done right, and to His will we say “amen.”
Photo of Hugh Morris, Evangelist
CHAPTER 7
THE MELTING EARNESTNESS AND INTENSITY OF
THE MAN
Tribute by Mr. Hugh Morris, Evangelist
Of sallow complexion and fragile frame,
He did not look very strong:
No one cou
ld have anticipated that
He would have lived through those years
To perform the great work he did,
For as a worker in the Master’s vineyard
He labored incessantly as all
who came into contact with him
IT WAS MY PRIVILEGE TO have the friendship of Mr. John Harper for twenty-five years. On reading the news of his sad end from the newspapers after the awful Titanic disaster, I could scarcely credit that such could be the fate of one I had parted with but a short time before, who, never since I had known him, seemed more fit for work physically, intellectually, and spiritually. I had heard him preach frequently, but the address he gave at the noon meeting in Bothwell Street, Glasgow, on the day of our last meeting on earth, Wednesday, March 20, stamped itself upon my mind by its lucidity, earnestness, and spiritual power, making one feel sure that his gifts as a proclaimer of God’s good news were not spent but had increased and strengthened since I had previously been in his company.
Twenty-five years ago as a boy of fully fourteen years of age, he began to work in the gardens of Barrochan House, Houston, Renfrewshire. Of sallow complexion and fragile frame, he did not look very strong. No one could have anticipated that he would have lived through those years to perform the great work he did, for as a worker in the Master’s vineyard, he labored incessantly, as all who came into contact with him know. One marked feature of those early years that made radiant his young life was his reverence for the things of God.