Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne.
Seldom can the heart be lonely, If it seek a lonelier still; Self-forgetting, seeking only Emptier cups of love to fill. - Frances Ridley Havergal
Seldom can the heart be lonely, If it seek a lonelier still; Self-forgetting, seeking only Emptier cups of love to fill.
- Frances Ridley Havergal
Every year, I might almost say every day, that I live, I seem to see more clearly how all the rest and gladness and power of our Christian life hinge… - Frances Ridley Havergal
Every year, I might almost say every day, that I live, I seem to see more clearly how all the rest and gladness and power of our Christian life hinge…
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 hu… - Frances Ridley Havergal
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 hu…
Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne. - Frances Ridley 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. - Frances Ridley 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.
Love understands love; it needs no talk. - Frances Ridley Havergal
Love understands love; it needs no talk.
In perplexities-when we cannot tell what to do, when we cannot understand what is going on around us, let us be calmed and steadied and made patient … - Frances Ridley Havergal
In perplexities-when we cannot tell what to do, when we cannot understand what is going on around us, let us be calmed and steadied and made patient …
Silence is no certain token that no secret grief is there; Sorrow which is never spoken is the heaviest load to bear. - Frances Ridley Havergal
Silence is no certain token that no secret grief is there; Sorrow which is never spoken is the heaviest load to bear.
Writing is praying with me. You know a child would look up at every sentence and say, 'And what shall I say next?' That is just what I do; I ask Him … - Frances Ridley Havergal
Writing is praying with me. You know a child would look up at every sentence and say, 'And what shall I say next?' That is just what I do; I ask Him …
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