His mom was godly, his dad ran around all over the world. Mom died when he was six. He followed in dad's footsteps -- "a debauched sailor...a miserable outcast."
Then came the bad storm, March 21, Luke 11:13. That was the beginning, but, like most of us who remember a special day, change did not come all at once.
Years later, the song.
He was tough with the truth and humble with people -- "Humble under a sense of much forgiveness to himself, he finds it easy to forgive others." He said it looks like this:
A company of travellers fall into a pit: one of them gets a passenger to draw him out. Now he should not be angry with the rest for falling in; nor because they are not yet out, as he is. He did not pull himself out: instead, therefore, of reproaching them, he should shew them pity...
"The Tough Roots of His Habitual Tenderness"