Frances Ridley Havergal

Jesus, my life is Thine, And ever more shall be Hidden in Thee, For nothing can untwine Thy life from mine.

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.

All the lessons He shall send Are the sweetest: And His training, in the end, Is completest.

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.

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,

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 …

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 …

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.

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

If washed in Jesus' blood, Then bear His likeness too, And as you onward press Ask, "What would Jesus do?"

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

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

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

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