One Sabbath evening he was addressing my Sunday school in Market Street, and describing the various kinds of human nature by resemblances to various animals, the lion, the fox, the sloth, etc.: "Children," he exclaimed, "do you want to know what I am?
I am by nature a royal Bengal tiger, and if it had not been for the grace of God to tame me, I fear that nobody could ever have lived with me." There was about as much truth as there was wit in the comparison.

His congregation in St.George's knew his irrepressible temperament so well that they generally let him have his own way.

If he wanted money for a church object or a cause of charity, he did not beg for it; he demanded it in the name of the Lord.

"When I see Dr.Tyng coming up the steps of my bank," said a rich bank president to me, "I always begin to draw my cheque; I know he will get it, and it saves my time." His leading position among Low Churchmen was won not only by his intellectual force and moral courage, but by his uncompromising devotion to evangelical doctrine.

He belonged to the same school with Baxter, John Newton, Bickersteth, Simeon and Bedell.