This untitled poem was found in a posthumous volume, TREASURE TROVE. O JESUS CHRIST, my Master, I come to Thee to-day; I ask Thee to direct me In all I do or say. I want to keep my promise, To be Thy servant true; I come to Thee for orders, Dear Lord, what shall I do?…
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I do not fear death.
Extract from Frances Ridley Havergal’s MS., in answer to a remark: “Death, which we ALL dread.” No, not “All !” One who has seen and accepted God’s way of salvation, does not dread death. Perhaps I shall best express myself by doing it very personally—just giving my own experience. I do not fear death. Often I wake in the night and think…
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One for the Other.
WAS it ‘only for one,’ dear, ‘only for one,’ That the smile, and the song, and the love should be? Then a smile shall flash, and a song shall flow, And a deep, deep love shall thrill and glow, Only for thee, dear only for thee! For so shall it be, One for the other–nevermore lonely,…
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Maria’s Rememberings of F.R.H.
I well remember when Frances first thought of writing “My King.” We were returning from Switzerland. Her illness there had quite hindered any writing, and she seemed to regret having no book ready for Christmas. It was October 21st, we had passed Oxford station, on our way to Winterdyne, and I thought she was dozing, when she exlaimed, with that…
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The Royal Wine.
‘Thy love is better than wine.’–CANT. 1, 2. WINE is the symbol of earthly joy; and who that has had but one sip of the love of Christ does not know this ‘royal wine,’ this true ‘wine of the kingdom,’ to be better than the best joy that the world can give! How much more, then, when deeper and fuller…
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