Frances Ridley Havergal
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That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
Frances Ridley Havergal (December 14 1836 – June 3 1879) was an English religious poet and hymn writer. Thy Life for Me is one of her best known hymns. She also wrote hymn melodies, religious tracts, and works for children.
Quotes
- Oh to be my verse an answering gleam from higher radiance caught
- Prelude to The Ministry of Song, James Nisbet & Co, 1879.
- ....We write our lives indeed, But in a cipher none can read, Except the author
- Autobiography (poem by Frances Havergal).
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)
Quotes reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895).
- What He tells thee in the darkness,
Weary watcher for the day,
Grateful lip and heart should utter
When the shadows flee away.- P. 10.
- Teach us, Master, how to give
All we have and are to Thee;
Grant us, Saviour, while we live,
Wholly, only Thine to be.- P. 159.
- Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt realized.
- P. 195.
- If washed in Jesus' blood,
Then bear His likeness too,
And as you onward press
Ask, "What would Jesus do?"- P. 251.
- Only, stay by his side
Till the page is really known,
It may be we failed because we tried
To learn it all alone,
And now that He would not let us lose
One lesson of love
(For He knows the loss,) — can we refuse?- P. 377.
- Jesus, Master, I am Thine;
Keep me faithful, keep me near;
Let Thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer.
Jesus, at Thy feet I fall,
Oh, be Thou my All in All.- P. 398.
- Earthly joy can take but a bat-like flight, always checked, always limited, in dusk and darkness. But the love of Christ breaks through the vaulting, and leads us up into the free sky above, expanding to the very throne of Jehovah, and drawing us still upward to the infinite heights of glory.
- P. 399.
- It is not that I feel less weak, but Thou
Wilt be my strength. It is not that I see
Less sin, but more of pardoning love in Thee,
And all-sufficient grace. Enough! And now
All fluttering thought is stilled; I only rest,
And feel that Thou art near, and know that I am blest.- P. 447.
- I take this pain, Lord Jesus,
From Thine own hand;
The strength to bear it bravely
Thou wilt command.
I am too weak for effort,
So let me rest,
In hush of sweet submission
On Thine own breast.- P. 513.
- Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.- P. 515.
- All the lessons He shall send
Are the sweetest:
And His training, in the end,
Is completest.- P. 587.
- Upon Thy word I rest.
So strong, so sure:
So full of comfort blest,
So sweet, so pure —
The word that changeth not, that faileth never!
My King, I rest upon Thy word forever.- P. 599.
- Jesus, my life is Thine,
And ever more shall be
Hidden in Thee,
For nothing can untwine
Thy life from mine.- P. 610.
External links
- Works by Frances Ridley Havergal at Project Gutenberg
- The Havergal Trust
The purpose of the Havergal Trust is to complete, publish, and disseminate widely the edition of The Complete Works of Frances Ridley Havergal, and to publish works by others similar to Havergal. - The Cyber Hymnal page on Frances Ridley Havergal.
- Frances Havergal biographies