1 I sought for the blessing of pardon,
My sins were like crimson, I know;
Oh, where could I find consolation?
How could they be “Whiter than snow?”
I sought thro’ my tears of repentance,
My heart overburdened with grief;
I wrestled in prayer for deliverance,
Beseeching the throne for relief.
2 The Spirit that first bade me welcome
To kneel at the altar of prayer
Said, “Calvary’s scene was enacted
To save thee from darkest despair.”
The cross! (more attractive than ever),
I wondered if viewing the blood
That flowed for my spirit’s redemption
Could bring me the pardon of God.
3 Then upward I looked at the Saviour
My sins there had nailed to the tree,
And tremblingly ventured to trust him,
My helpless condition my plea;
A peace that was calm as the sunset
Seemed all of my powers to control,
As faith, firmly grasping the promise,
Brought saving and health to my soul.
Born: January 19, 1836, Londonderry, Ireland.
Died: May 20, 1920, Delair, New Jersey, after a buggy accident.
Buried: Wenonah Cemetery, Mantua Township, New Jersey.
Gilmour emigrated to America as a teenager. He started working as a painter, then served in the American civil war, where he was captured and spent several months in Libby Prison, Richmond, Virginia. After the war, he became a dentist. In 1869, he moved to Wenonah, New Jersey, and helped found the Wenonah Methodist Church in 1885. For four decades, he directed the choir at the Pitman Grove Camp Meeting, and worked at camp meetings and revivals in Mountain Lake Park, Maryland, and Ridgeview Park, Pennsylvania. His works include:
The Silver Trumpet, with Kelso Carter (… Go to person page >