The US evangelistic team of Ira Sankey and Dwight L. Moody had a sizeable impact in 19th-century Britain. Sankey’s gospel songs used to warm up the crowds, and then Moody’s sermons brought ‘em forward by the thousands to repent and accept Jesus. Even today in south-west England, nonconformist (Britspeak for non-Anglican Protestants) Christians gather for Sankey nights, singing from Sankey’s Victorian songbook Sacred Songs and Solos and listening to a revival sermon.
Jeremy Clarke of the [UK] Spectator recently drove out to one of those meetings.
Two thirds of the elderly congregation were women. Outdoor faces and nut-brown pates predominated among the men. The pews bristled with walking sticks: some plain, others — belonging to those for whom a degree of comfort was not necessarily felt to be a sign of rampant worldliness — with impressive rubber tips.
The vicar, the Reverend Cyril Short, came gliding genially across to extend the hand of friendship and find out who we were. ‘Are we in for a treat tonight!’ he said. For leading tonight’s sing-a-long, he confided, was none other than the great Dr Appleby.
Now this was a surprise, for Dr Appleby is reputed in local nonconformist Protestant circles to be probably the godliest man alive in the south-west of England.
Dr Appleby’s opening prayer was so moving that Mr Clarke became concerned that he might actually get up and walk to the front at the altar call.
[I]f, later on, Dr Appleby made the traditional appeal for convicted sinners to make their way forward for prayer, and if I wasn’t careful, I might find myself blundering down to the front blinded by tears. And that would be a disaster.
He doesn’t elaborate on that last comment.
But first, a few rousing gospel choruses, beginning with “Standing on The Promises of God”, which our anthropologist reporter found exhilarating.
The song is an absolute belter. The chorus — ‘Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Saviour!’ — has the singability of a football chant; you can really let rip.
Several more old gospel songs and then a brief sermon. When Dr Appleby encouraged repentant sinners to come forward, Mr Clarke managed to hold himself back. All in all, an enjoyable evening.
And driving home afterwards, more elevated by the singing than I have been in the past by an evening of crack pipes, it was easy to see why Sankey nights have endured for so long. I heartily recommend them.
Careful there, Mr Clarke, one of these nights "disaster" may strike: The Holy Spirit could show up and impel you to repent and believe.









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