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Gospel Music by Frances Havergal

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

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  1. Another Year Is Dawning
  2. Begin at Once! In the Pleasant Days
  3. Certainly I Will Be with Thee
  4. Church of God, Beloved and Chosen
  5. From Glory unto Glory
  6. God Almighty, King of Na­tions
  7. God Doth Not Bid Thee Wait
  8. God in Heaven, Hear Our Singing
  9. God Will Take Care of You
  10. God’s Reiterated All
  11. Golden Harps Are Sounding
  12. Half Has Never Been Told, The
  13. Happy New Year, A
  14. Have You Not a Word for Jesus?
  15. He Hath Spoken in the Darkness
  16. Hear the Father’s Ancient Promise
  17. Holy and Infinite! Viewless, Eternal
  18. Holy Brethren, Called and Chosen
  19. Holy Father, Thou Hast Spoken
  20. I Am Trusting Thee
  21. I Bring My Sins to Thee
  22. I Could Not Do Without Thee
  23. I Gave My Life for Thee
  24. I Love, I Love My Master
  25. In Full and Glad Surrender
  26. In God’s Great Field of Labor
  27. In the Evening There Is Weeping
  28. Increase Our Faith, Beloved Lord
  29. Is It for Me?
  30. Israel of God, Awaken
  31. Jehovah’s Covenant Shall Ensure
  32. Jesus, Blessed Savior
  33. Jesus, Mas­ter, Whose I Am
  34. Jesus, Only! In the Shadow
  35. Jesus, Thy Life Is Mine
  36. Joined to Christ by Mystic Union
  37. Just When Thou Wilt, O Mas­ter, Call
  38. King Eternal and Immortal
  39. Light After Dark­ness
  40. Like a River Glor­i­ous
  41. Live Out Thy Life With­in Me
  42. Lord, Speak to Me
  43. Master, How Shall I Bless Thy Name?
  44. Master, Speak! Thy Ser­vant Hear­eth
  45. New Mercies, New Blessings
  46. Not Your Own, But His Ye Are
  47. Now Let Us Sing the Angels’ Song
  48. Now the Daylight Goes Away
  49. Now the Sowing and the Weeping
  50. O Glorious God and King
  51. O Savior, Pre­cious Sav­ior
  52. O Thou Chosen Church of Jesus
  53. O What Everlasting Blessings
  54. On Our Way Re­joic­ing
  55. Only a Mortal’s Power
  56. Our Father, Our Father
  57. Our Savior and Our King
  58. Precious, Precious Blood of Jesus
  59. Resting on the Faithfulness
  60. Sing, O Heavens, the Lord Hath Done It
  61. Singing for Jesus, Our Savior and King
  62. Sit Down Beneath His Shadow
  63. Sovereign Lord and Gracious Mas­ter
  64. Standing at the Port­al
  65. Take My Life and Let It Be
  66. Tell It Out
  67. Thou Art Coming, O My Sav­ior
  68. To Thee, O Com­fort­er Di­vine
  69. Truehearted, Whole­heart­ed, Faith­ful and Loy­al
  70. Through the Yes­ter­day of Ages
  71. What Know We, Ho­ly God, of Thee
  72. Unfurl the Christian Standard
  73. Unto Him That Hath Thou Givest
  74. What Thou Hast Done for Me
  75. Who Is on the Lord’s Side?
  76. With Quivering Heart and Trem­bling Will
  77. Will Ye Not Come to Him for Life?
  78. Worthy of All Adora­tion
  79. Ye Who Hear the Blessed Call
  80. Yes, He Knows the Way Is Dreary

With permission from Cyber Hymnal

A Look at Frances Havergals Life – Audio

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

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Stories By Frances Havergal

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

frances-havergal-1aHow ‘Little Pillows’ Came To Be Written By: Frances Havergal

God Is Love story of Little Nony Heywood – By: Frances Havergal

With permission from All for Thee

Hope

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

          

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              Hope

By: Frances R. Havergal

 

WHAT though the blossom fall and die?
   The flower is not the root;
The sun of love may ripen yet
   The Master’s pleasant fruit.

 

What though by many a sinful fall
   Thy garments are defiled?
A Saviour’s blood can cleanse them all:
   Fear not!  thou art His child.

 

Arise!  and, leaning on His strength,
   Thy weakness shall be strong;
And He will teach Thy heart at length
   A new perpetual song.

 

Arise!  to follow in His track
   Each holy footprint clear,
And on an upward course look back
   With every brightening year.

 

Arise!  and on thy future way
   His blessing with thee be!
His presence be thy staff and stay,
   Till Thou His glory see.

 

From Poetical Works of Francis Ridley Havergal.

With permission from All for Thee

My Jewels

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

 

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                                   My Jewels

       By: Frances R. Havergal

 

‘Shall I hold them back–my jewels?
   Time has travelled many a day
Since I laid them by forever,
   Safely locking them away;
And I thought them yielded wholly,
   When I dared no longer wear
Gems contrasting, oh, so sadly!

   With the adorning I would bear.

 

‘Shall I keep them still–my jewels?
   Shall I, can I yet withhold
From that living, loving Saviour
   Aught of silver or of gold?


Gold so needed, that His gospel
   May resound from sea to sea;
Can I know Christ’s service lacketh,
   Yet forget His “unto Me”!

 

‘No; I lay them down–my jewels,
   Truly on the altar now.


Stay!  I see a vision passing
   Of a gem-encircled brow;
Heavenly treasure worn by Jesus,
   Souls won through my gift outpoured;
Freely, gladly I will offer
   Jewels thus to crown my Lord!’

 

From Women’s Work. Kept For The Master’s Use

With permission from All for Thee

Ex. 33:10 – Is. 53:6

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

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Ex. 33:10  – Is. 53:6

By: Frances R. Havergal 

On Thee the Lord
My mighty sins hath laid;
And against Thee Jehovah’s sword
Flashed forth its fiery blade.
  

The stroke of justice fell on Thee,
That it might never fall on me.

 

-Taken from Verses on Texts from The Poetical Works of Francis Ridley Havergal.

With permission from All for Thee

With My Song Will I Praise Him.

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

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With My Song Will I Praise Him.

By: Frances R. Havergal

 

‘With my song will I praise Him.’

Singing for Jesus, our Saviour and King,
Singing for Jesus, the Lord whom we love;
All adoration we joyously bring,
Longing to praise as we praise Him above.

 

Singing for Jesus, our Master and Friend,
Telling His love and His marvelous grace,
Love from eternity, love without end,
Love for the loveless, the sinful and base.

 

Singing for Jesus, and trying to win
Many to love Him, and join in the song;
Calling the weary and wandering in,
Rolling the chorus of gladness along.

 

Singing for Jesus, our Life and our Light;
Singing for Him as we press to the mark;
Singing for Him when the morning is bright,
Singing, still singing, for Him in the dark.

 

Singing for Jesus, our Shepherd and Guide,
Singing for gladness of heart that He gives;
Singing for wonder and praise that He died,
Singing for blessing and joy that He lives.

 

Singing for Jesus, oh, singing with joy!
Thus will we praise Him and tell out His love.
Till He shall call us to brighter employ,
Singing for Jesus for ever above.

With permission from All for Thee

Light at Eventide

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

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Light at Eventide

By: Frances R. Havergal

 ‘At evening time it shall be light.’–Zech. 14:7

 

Dear Lord, Thy good and precious Book seems written all for me;
Wherever I may open it, I find a word from Thee.


My eyes are dim, but this one verse is pillow for the night,
Thy promise that ‘At Evening Time it shall be’ surely ‘light.’


It was not always light with me; for many a sinful year I walked in darkness,

far from Thee; but Thou hast brought me near,
And washed me in Thy precious blood, and taught me by Thy grace,
And lifted up on my poor soul the brightness of Thy face.

 

My Saviour died in darkness that I might live in light,
He closed His eyes in death that mine might have the heavenly sight;
He gave up all His glory to bring it down to me,
And took the sinner’s place that He the sinner’s Friend might be.

 

His Spirit shines upon His Word, and makes it sweet indeed,
Just like a shining lamp held up beside me as I read;
And brings it to my mind again alone upon my bed,
Till all abroad within my heart the love of God is shed.

 

I’ve nearly passed the shadows and the sorrows here below;
A little while–a little while, and He will come, I know,
And take me to the glory that I think is very near,
Where I shall see Him face to face and His kind welcome hear.

 

And now my loving Jesus is my Light at Eventide,
The welcome Guest that enters in for ever to abide;
He never leaves me in the dark, but leads me all the way,–
So it is light at Evening Time, and soon it will be Day!

 

Written to accompany an engraving;–An old man, worn but peaceful, sitting at his cottage door in evening sunlight, with the Book on his knee.

With permission from All for Thee 

Lord Jesus, Make Me Want Thee Now

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

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“Lord Jesus, Make Me Want Thee now”?

By Frances H. Havergal 

 

Why should you do without Him?
It is not yet too late;
He has not closed the day of grace,
He has not shut the gate.
He calls you!  Hush!  He calls you!
He would not have you go
 Another step without Him,
 Because He loves you so.

 Why will you do without Him?
 He calls and calls again–
 “Come unto Me!  Come unto Me!”
 Oh, shall He call in vain?
 He wants to have you with Him;
 Do you not want Him too?
 You cannot do without Him,
 And He wantseven you.

With permission from All for Thee

“QUOTES:” – By: Frances Havergal

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

frances-havergal-3“Christmas Day Jesus came! and came for me. Simple words! and yet expressing Depths of holy mystery, Depths of wondrous love and blessing. Holy Spirit, make me see All His coming means for me; Take the things of Christ, I pray, Show them to my heart today.” – Frances 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 by the thought that what is hidden from us is not hidden from Him.” – Frances Havergal

“Adoration” (“O Master, at Thy feet I bow in rapture sweet”) was written on December 31, 1866.  I felt that I had not written anything specially in praise to Christ; a strong longing to do so possessed me.  I wanted to show forth His praise to Him, not to others; even if no mortal ever saw it, He would see every line, would know the unwritten longing to praise Him, even if words failed utterly.  It describes, as most of my poems do, rather reminiscence than present feeling.  “O Master!”  It is perhaps my favorite title, because it implies rule and submission; and this is what love craves.  Men may feel differently, but a true woman’s submission is inseparable from deep love.  I wrote it in the cold and twilight in a little back room at Shareshill Parsonage.” – Frances Havergal

Frances Ridley Havergal – Short Bio

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

frances-havergal-5Frances Ridley Havergal  – (1836-1879)

Miss Havergal’s life was brief yet powerful for our Lord and Saviour. She was born December 14th, 1836, in Ast­ley, Wor­ces­ter­shire, Eng­land and died June 3rd, 1879, in Cas­wall Bay, near Swan­sea, Wales. Frances was buried in Ast­ley, Wor­ces­ter­shire, Eng­land, which was the ci­ty of her birth. On her tomb­stone one will read the Script­ure verse she claimed as her own: “The blood of Je­sus Christ cleans­eth us from all sin.” 1 John 1:7

Frances was the daughter of Reverend William Henry Havergal and his wife Jane. She was the youngest of five siblings, three sisters and two brothers. She was brought up in a Christian home. Frances followed in her father’s footsteps as he was known as a famous writer of sacred music.

Yet Frances struggled with self through a life of the utmost purity and even sanctity, a life devoted to good works, and endeavors of all sorts, she was disturbed by the sense of continual back-sliding.  She said: “I remember longing to be able to say ‘O God, my heart is fixed’ in bitter mourning over its weakness and wavering.”  With all her humanness and works she struggled to know Christ, and yet she failed in all herself attempts to be in Christ, for she discovered all her works were in vain, and failing to have her intended desirer, she discovered she had nothing in herself to make her a Christian and if she were to be one, she realized that she must TRUST in Christ alone to save her, for it was His grace and nothing less that would grant her, her hearts desirer. It is pleasant to know that these dark shadows were eventually lifted, and her struggles were succeeded by a calm trust and confidence, thus faithfully mirrored in the prelude to “Under His Shadow.” Frances dedicated her life to Him, the one who saved her from her sins and self, in addition she wrote many poems and hymns for Jesus her Lord and Saviour.

In 1879, nine years after her father’s death, Frances became very ill, not allowing her to take a trip to Ireland with Sankey and Moody to sing her beloved hymns. She died at the young age of 42 on June 3, 1879. Frances is buried in Ashley churchyard near her mother and father.

Though she died at age 42 ½, Frances Ridley Havergal was known as “the consecration poet” and is remembered for her life being fully surrendered to Christ, her King.  Frances said, “There cannot be full blessedness until there is full surrender.”  This she did whole-heartedly during her lifetime . . . it was all for Jesus.!

Excerpts from “My King and His Service,” Information from and with permission from Cyber Hymnal and Mrs. Sherry Goodwin

View a longer Biographical Sketch By: Sherry Goodwin

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL – Bio

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

frances-havergal-6Frances Ridley Havergal – (1836-1879) 

 

Miss Havergal’s life was brief yet powerful for our Lord and Saviour. She was born December 14th, 1836, in a village of Ast­ley, Wor­ces­ter­shire, Eng­land and died June 3rd, 1879, in Cas­well Bay, near Swan­sea, Wales. Frances was buried in Ast­ley, Wor­ces­ter­shire, Eng­land, which was the ci­ty of her birth. On her tomb­stone one will read the Script­ure verse she claimed as her own: “The blood of Je­sus Christ cleans­eth us from all sin.” 1 John 1:7

Frances was the daughter of Reverend William Henry Havergal (1793 – 1870) and his wife Jane. William and Jane were married on May 2, 1816. She was the daughter of William Head from East Grinstead. Reverend Havergal was the pastor to the Anglican Church in Astley which is in Worcestershire County, England. Reverend Havergal was also a writer of scared songs and music, of which he was well known. Frances’ mother was known as “The lovely Jane Head.” Her father had a nickname for her which was “Little Quicksilver.”  Several of his sermons and over 100 of his hymns are preserved yet to this day.

She was the youngest of six children, three sisters and two brothers. Her siblings were: Miriam, Maria, Ellen, Henry and Frank. The children were brought up in a Christian home. You could say they “were brought up in a little hot house like where flowers grow,” the children along with the servant were gathered together each evening for a time around the blessed Word.

When Frances was six years old she heard a sermon which stayed with her… “Of this I even now retain a distinct impression. It was to me a very terrible one, dwelling much on hell and judgment, and what a fearful thing it is to fall into the hands of the living God. No one ever knew it, but this sermon haunted me, and day and night it crossed me.”

Frances learned to read at the age of three, and at the age of four she began to memorize the Word of God. She then began her writing at the age of seven, taking Scripture verse of text and writing her poems and song from them. France herself was an exceptionally gifted child. She is known for her prose, poetry and song. God used her talents to reassure – console – edify – as well as to encourage those who read or sang her beautiful writings, poems and songs. She was also known for being an accomplished singer and musician. It is said that her voice was angelic.

It has been written of Frances that she “played the piano with skill, sang with charm, and composed. Her friends delighted to hear her interpret the works of the great masters, especially Handel, Beethoven and Mendelssohn, much of whose work she knew by heart. Her playing of Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” was absolutely unforgettable.”  She spent many hours to the point of exhaustion in her composing of poems – music and writing books.

She lived near the Severn River of which was the inspiration of one of her songs “Like a River Glorious”

Her father was a sickly man most of his life, yet he lived to a good old age. In 1841 and because of her father’s ill health they moved to Henwick House, near Worchester. Their new home was situated on large grounds with beautiful gardens; it is here where she became aware of God and His creation. Frances and her spaniel dog Flora would disappear into the gardens quite often. Here feeling alone she began to be impressed with the knowledge of God. During this time her mother said to her: “You are my youngest little girl, and I feel more anxious about you than the rest. I do pray for the Holy Spirit to lead you and guide you. And remember, nothing but the precious blood of Jesus Christ can make you clean and lovely in God’s sight.”

Just four years later in 1845, Mr. Havergal’s health improved and her father accepted the position at the Parish of St. Nicholas, Worcester. In time he was made the Dean of the cathedral and later a Canon. Frances did not like the life in Worcester and called herself a “Caged lark.”

Her mother passed away from a two year battle with cancer on July 5, 1848 when Frances was only twelve years of age, after a long and excruciatingly painful illness. The day they carried the coffin from her home, Frances broke down realizing the scope of the situation. The only thing the child could say was “Mamma, Mamma.” She knew her mother’s heartfelt prayer was that she would come to know the Lord Jesus Christ as her personal Saviour.

 

As many young girls in those days, Frances too, was sent away to Campden House in London to school. Here she saw much evidence of others being brought to Christ, yet at this time He did not touch her heart unto Salvation.

 

Mrs. Teed a headmistress in a school in Campden House in London stopped in to visit the family, bringing along Mrs. Teed’s friend, Miss Caroline Cooke, (who turned out to be her father’s second wife) and, who was instrumental in bringing Frances to the Lord.

 

When Frances was 14 years of age, Caroline asked Frances “Could you not commit your soul to Him, to your Saviour, Jesus?” And quite suddenly Frances got up and rushed to her room knowing that at last she could say ‘yes’. She wrote, “Then and there, I committed my soul to the Saviour, I do not mean to say without any fear or trembling, but I did—and the earth and heaven seemed bright from that moment—I did trust the Lord Jesus. For the next few days my happiness increased. Over and over again, I renewed that giving up my soul to the Saviour which has made entrance for the joy.” Jesus did save her and she trusted Him with her life and with her death. Later she wrote hymns like “In Full and Glad Surrender” and “I am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus”

 

In 1853 after making a trip in 1852 to Germany with her father to a doctor who was able to improve his failing eyesight, Frances was confirmed in the cathedral in Worcester. Here she gladly professed her belief and love of Christ. Upon her confirmation she let it be known that she was no longer her own master and that she had been bought with a price, the precious blood of Jesus Christ.

In 1859 her father and his new wife Caroline moved once again and then in 1860 to 1867, Frances became a nanny to her sister’s children, and during this time she had become quite a singer and had published a book of poems and hymns titled “The Ministry of Song.”  Once again her father and his wife moved when he retired in Leamington. Frances though loyal to her stepmother never felt accepted by her. Her father died in 1870 on Easter Sunday. Caroline along with the Havergal daughters continued living at Leamington. Frances was well known for her poetry and songs and was the major support for the little family, Caroline died in 1878 at which time Maria and Frances then moved to Wales.

The path of God’s children is often more than not, a life of grieving over sin. The closer they grow in God’s grace and knowledge, the more they hate sin and understand its depths. The more one understands the subject of sin from the viewpoint of a Holy God, they cry out to God as Paul did “Oh wretched man that I am” this is the cry of most dearly beloved children of God. For they long to be like their Saviour in all manner of godliness. Frances herself thought often that she was not worthy of God’s wonderful grace (which none of us are) she felt that when she met Him face to face He would discard her. The wonderfulness of this is that in God’s dear sweet time, He gave her the blessed assurance she so desired.

People do not see the heart as God does, yet Frances had written in her Autobiography, “I am quite sure, that nothing in the way of earthly and external trials could have been to me what the inner darkness and strife and utter weariness of spirit, through the greater part of these years have been.  Many have thought mine a comparatively thornless path; but often when the path was smoothest, there were hidden thorns within, and wounds bleeding and rankling.” 

Frances life was wholeheartedly dedicated to her God and Saviour; in her devotion to Him she was lovingly committed to good works toward others, and attended many social events that she thought would advance the name of her Saviour Jesus Christ. She received many letters from all over the world asking for personal advice, of which she never failed to answer. With all the things she was involved in she never once neglected the needs of others, both physical and spiritual.

Yet she was often disturbed with the sense of continual back-slidings.  “I remember longing to be able to say ‘O God, my heart is fixed’ in bitter mourning over its weakness and wavering.” As she grew in the graces of our Lord these fretful feelings left her. In her later years she was resting in her Saviour’s love. This is when she wrote “Under His Shadow.”

Frances wrote:

So now, I pray Thee, keep my hand in Thine
And guide it as Thou wilt.  I do not ask
To understand the “wherefore” of each line:
Mine is the sweeter, easier, happier task
Just to look up to Thee for every word,
Rest in thy love and trust and know that I am heard.

Frances became very ill which kept her from taking a trip to Ireland with Sankey and Moody to sing her beloved hymns. She died on June 3, 1879 at the age of 42. Frances is buried in Astley churchyard near her mother, father and her stepmother. Though she lived what we today say was a short life she was fluent in French, German, Greek, Hebrew, Italian, Latin, and Welsh. She would study the Bible in both Hebrew and Greek. It had been written of her that “She was a musical genius, and could play through Handel and much of Mendelssohn and Beethoven” by memory, without the music before her. On top of that she had memorized most of the New Testament, the books of Psalm, Isaiah and the Minor Prophets. She is known as “the consecration poet,” and was totally surrendered to the Lord, the one who saved her from her sins and self. Over the years many a gentlemen asked to marry Frances and yet she felt to marry would lessen her devotion to Christ her King and Saviour. She chose to remain single.

May we remember two things of Frances:

1.      These words which she said: “There cannot be full blessedness until there is full surrender.” 

2.      And, that she shared openly at every opportunity the Lord Jesus Christ. You could say of her as Paul said in Romans 1:16-17 – For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek. For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as it is written, the just shall live by faith.

 

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did researching Frances life.

Lynn

Excerpts from MY KING AND HIS SERVICE, Frances Ridley Havergal

Information from and with permission from Cyber Hymnal and from All For Thee