Quotes by Frances Ridley Havergal

“Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt realized.”

“Seldom can the heart be lonely If it seeks a lonelier still Self-forgetting seeking only Emptier cups of love to fill.”

“Silence is not certain token That no secret grief is there Sorrow which is never spoken Is the heaviest load to bear.”

“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.”

“Love understands love it needs no talk.”

“Seldom can the heart be lonely If it seeks a lonelier still Self-forgetting seeking only Emptier cups of love to fill.”

“Silence is not certain token That no secret grief is there Sorrow which is never spoken Is the heaviest load to bear.”

“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.”

“Love understands love it needs no talk.”

“Oh to be my verse an answering gleam from higher radiance caught”

“....We write our lives indeed, But in a cipher none can read, Except the author”

“What He tells thee in the darkness, Weary watcher for the day, Grateful lip and heart should utter When the shadows flee away.”

“Teach us, Master, how to giveAll we have and are to Thee;Grant us, Saviour, while we live,Wholly, only Thine to be.”

“If washed in Jesus' blood,Then bear His likeness too,And as you onward pressAsk, What would Jesus do?”

“Only, stay by his sideTill 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,) — ...”

“Jesus, Master, I am Thine;Keep me faithful, keep me near;Let Thy presence in me shineAll my homeward way to cheer.Jesus, at Thy feet I fall,Oh, be Thou my All in All.”

“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, expand...”

“It is not that I feel less weak, but ThouWilt be my strength. It is not that I seeLess sin, but more of pardoning love in Thee,And all-sufficient grace. Enough! And nowAll fluttering thought is sti...”

“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.”

“Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,That I may speak with soothing powerA word in season, as from Thee,To weary ones in needful hour.”