Robert Murray McCheyne had a Godly older brother, David. Robert took to the world having loved the froth and the tinsel. One night when he went home and heard his brother agonizing in prayer for him, he asked, “Am I that bad, Davie?” …
David was 8 years older than Robert. His health was poor. At 18, Robert enrolled at Edinburgh University. He won award after award. It was in that year that David passed away. Robert was heartbroken, but he was never to be the same. He began to seek the Lord as his Savior. Shortly after finding the Savior, Robert wrote his first hymn, “Jehovah Tsidkenu, the Lord our Righteousness”. (You can find it on YouTube.) It is a personal testimony to his conversion, and to his having rested on his own righteousness until awakened by the fervent prayers of an elder brother.
He excelled in art and languages, math and theology. At 23 he began his famous ministry at St Peter’s church in Dundee, Scotland. After 3 years his congregation often numbered over 2,000 and many were seeking the Lord.
He was only 29 when he died due to ministering to the sick and dying of a Typhus epidemic. His friend, Andrew Bonar, has engraved him on the pages that belong to the ages. It is one of the finest biographies of a man of God ever written.
A visitor who went to St. Peter’s Church many years later found a sexton there who had known McCheyne. The young clergyman visitor said he wanted to know everything he could about McCheyne.
The old sexton took the young man into the study. There were books which had belonged to McCheyne still lying on the desk. The sexton said, “Now sit down in his chair. Now, put your elbows on the table. Now, put your head in your hands, so. Now, let the tears flow. That was the way Mr. McCheyne used to do.”
Those who knew him said it was not what he said to them that put them under conviction. It was that he looked, or appeared to them to be standing in the immediate presence of the Most High God. When he prayed he seemed to be looking into the very eyes of his God and talking to Him face to face. – “Hymn Stories” by Wilbur Konkel