John Hyde Biography

There is a difficulty at the heart of any life of John Hyde, and it is better to name it at the start than to pretend it away. Almost everything vivid that we know about the man called “Praying Hyde” — the whole nights on the floor, the finger laid on his lips, the heart said to have shifted in his chest — comes to us through a single small devotional book: Francis McGaw’s Praying Hyde, published in 1923, more than a decade after Hyde was dead, and drawn in part from what other people remembered. The hard, checkable facts of his life are thinner and quieter than the legend. This account keeps the two apart on purpose. Where the record is solid, it says so plainly; where the story rests on McGaw and the memories he gathered, it says that too. Hyde does not need to be inflated. What is verifiable is remarkable enough.

A minister’s son from Illinois

John Nelson Hyde was born on 9 November 1865 in Illinois, one of six children of the Reverend Smith Harris Hyde, a Presbyterian minister. His father was a man who prayed, in particular, a specific prayer — that God would send out labourers into the harvest — and it is one of the few threads that runs unbroken from the well-attested record into the legend: the son became, in the end, an answer to the kind of prayer the father had prayed. The household knew the cost of that prayer, too. An elder brother, Edmund, had set out toward the mission field himself and died of fever while still a student.

Hyde graduated from Carthage College in Illinois with high honours in 1887, and went on to McCormick Theological Seminary in Chicago, finishing his training there in 1892. In October of that year he sailed from New York for India. He was twenty-six.

He carried a real disadvantage with him. Hyde was partly deaf — “slow of speech and hearing,” as the phrase went — and this made the early work of learning a new language slow and discouraging. It is worth holding onto, because the man who would later be remembered for fluent, tender preaching in two Indian languages did not begin as an obvious success. He studied at Dehra Dun, and from around 1894 took up village evangelism in the districts around Ludhiana and Lahore in the Punjab, and in time became closely bound to the town of Sialkot. The deafness never fully lifted, but he became genuinely fluent in Urdu and Punjabi.

The turn toward prayer

The early years were hard and the converts were few. It seems to have been out of that hardness, rather than out of any easy success, that Hyde’s praying life grew. From about 1899 he began to spend whole nights in prayer. This is the root of everything the later devotional writers made of him, and it grew from the least romantic soil there is: a discouraged missionary with little to show, who decided that the answer was not to work harder in front of people but to wait longer before God.

Father, give me these souls, or I die!

— John Hyde, as remembered in Francis McGaw’s Praying Hyde (1923)

That cry is McGaw’s, and its exact wording varies from telling to telling — some render it “O God, give me souls or I die.” It should be read as the shape of the man’s burden as those close to him remembered it, not as a transcript. But the burden itself is not in doubt.

In April 1904, alongside the first of the great annual Sialkot Conventions, Hyde and several fellow missionaries founded the Punjab Prayer Union. Its purpose was to pray for a “quickening” — a revival — across the Punjab and across India. Hyde led both the Union and the Convention for years. The members of the Union bound themselves to a simple, checkable discipline: to set apart half an hour each day, as soon after noon as they could manage, to pray for the awakening — and to keep on, in the Union’s own words, until the awakening comes.

What the praying was said to do

Out of the Prayer Union and the Sialkot Convention came what mission accounts of the time describe as a genuine outpouring — conventions marked, from 1904 onward, by deep conviction, open confession and renewal. Those who were there credited Hyde’s long, hidden intercession with much of it. This is the most solid of the answers to his prayer: not a private marvel, but a public work that many witnesses saw and named.

The most famous single claim about his fruitfulness belongs partly to the record and partly to tradition, and the two should be kept distinct. Reference works confirm that in 1908 Hyde prayed for one soul a day, and that something on the order of four hundred people were brought into the church that year. That much is soberly reported. The rest is McGaw’s: it was said that Hyde then raised his asking to two souls a day, and near the end to four, and that on any day the full number was not reached, there lay on him at night a weight so heavy that he could neither eat nor sleep. Those escalating totals rest on devotional memory alone. The one-a-day, and the four hundred, do not.

The accuser of the brethren

Among the many scenes McGaw recorded, one stands out as both the most trustworthy and the most searching, and it turns not on triumph but on a rebuke Hyde believed he received from God himself. He was praying for revival in the life of an Indian pastor whose faith had gone cold, and he began, as we all begin, by telling God the man’s faults: “O Father, thou knowest how cold —” and got no further. He felt, he said, a finger laid on his lips, and heard the words, He that toucheth him, toucheth the apple of Mine eye. Hyde stopped. What came out of him next was not accusation but repentance.

Forgive me, Father, in that I have been an accuser of the brethren before Thee!

— John Hyde, in Praying Hyde (1923)

From that moment, the account runs, he could only praise the man he had come to criticise. It is among the most reliable of McGaw’s stories, and among the most useful, because it works against the grain of hero-worship. The great intercessor is caught in the oldest sin of the praying person — running down a brother in the presence of God — and is stopped, and turned. Whatever else the legend made of Hyde, this scene shows a man being corrected, not a man being admired.

A worn-out body

The nights and the burden took a toll on his health, and here the honest telling has to be most careful, because it is exactly here that devotion has most often outrun the evidence. The story that was handed down is this: a doctor who examined Hyde found his heart displaced from the left side of his chest to the right, and in the worst condition he had seen, and gave him only months to live unless he rested — the strain of prayer, the telling goes, had physically moved his heart.

It is a moving image, and it should be handled with care. A condition in which the heart sits on the right side of the body has a plain medical name — dextrocardia — and is very often something a person is simply born with. It is entirely possible that this is what the examining doctor found. The reading that prayer shifted a healthy heart is a devotional interpretation laid over the fact, not a medical finding. The right way to hold it is to tell the story as Hyde’s friends told it, and to leave the miracle unclaimed.

Hyde had already gone home to America once, on furlough for his health in 1902, returning to India in 1904. He left India for the last time in March 1911. For a season he travelled in Britain, sharing in the evangelistic work of J. Wilbur Chapman. Back in the United States the doctors found the real thing that was killing him — a malignant tumour of the brain.

Northampton, 1912

Here a smaller act of honesty is owed to the reader, because the popular devotional accounts often get the ending wrong. They will tell you Hyde died on the first of February at Clifton Springs. He did not. He died on 17 February 1912, at Northampton, Massachusetts, at the age of forty-six, and was buried at Carthage, Illinois, near the college where he had begun. The wrong date and place have been copied from book to book for a century; the corrected facts are worth restating simply because they are true.

The last words attributed to him were not in English but in the language of the people he had given his life to. He is remembered to have cried out, in Punjabi: Bol, Yisu Masih, ki jai! — “Shout the victory of Jesus Christ!” The transliteration shifts from source to source; the sense of it is steady. A man who had spent his strength asking God for the souls of the Punjab died with a Punjabi shout of triumph on his lips.

Bol, Yisu Masih, ki jai! — Shout the victory of Jesus Christ!

— the last words remembered of John Hyde, Northampton, 17 February 1912

What he leaves

John Hyde wrote no great book; the book that carries his name was written about him, by another man, after he was gone. He left almost nothing in his own hand. What he left instead was a pattern — a discouraged, half-deaf missionary who, finding little fruit in front of people, went behind them and waited on God, and a small prayer union with a half-hour rule that anyone could keep. The father had prayed for labourers; the son became one, and prayed for the harvest itself.

The legend around him should be read for what it is: a devotional tradition, rooted in one 1923 book and in the memories it gathered, that has sometimes said more than can be proved. But strip the tradition back to what the record will bear, and a real man is still standing there — one who asked for a soul a day and saw four hundred come, who was stopped mid-prayer from accusing a brother and turned to praise instead, and who died far from the Punjab still shouting its Saviour’s victory in its own tongue. That is enough. It was always enough.