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Frances Ridley Havergal (1836 – 1879)


English religious poet and hymn writer.
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Frances Ridley Havergal
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.
Havergal quotes
....We write our lives indeed, But in a cipher none can read, Except the author
Havergal
Teach us, Master, how to give
All we have and are to Thee;
Grant us, Saviour, while we live,
Wholly, only Thine to be.




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?
Havergal Frances Ridley
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.
If washed in Jesus' blood,
Then bear His likeness too,
And as you onward press
Ask, "What would Jesus do?"
Frances Ridley Havergal
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.
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.
Havergal
All the lessons He shall send
Are the sweetest:
And His training, in the end,
Is completest.
Havergal Frances Ridley
What He tells thee in the darkness,
Weary watcher for the day,
Grateful lip and heart should utter
When the shadows flee away.
Frances Ridley Havergal
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.




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.
Frances Ridley Havergal
Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt realized.
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