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Frances Ridley Havergal
Frances Ridley Havergal (1836–1879) was an English religious poet, hymn writer, and devotional author. Known for her deep Christian faith, she composed many beloved hymns, including "Take My Life and Let It Be" and "Like a River Glorious." Havergal also wrote devotional books such as "Kept for the Master's Use," blending poetry and prose with spiritual guidance. Despite her short life, her work has had a lasting influence on Christian hymnody and devotional literature.
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1. First Day. Christ's Childhood. "Thy holy child Jesus."--Acts iv. 30. If I asked, "How old are you?" you would give an exact answer. "Eight and a half;" "Just turned ten;" "Eleven next month." Now you have thought of God's "holy child Jesus" as a little baby, and as twelve years old in the temple, but did you ever think of Him as being exactly...
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Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet, and let them be Swift and ‘beautiful’ for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only, for my King. Take my lips and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite...
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Coming to the King. I came from very far to see The King of Salem, for I had been toldOf glory and of wisdom manyfold, And condescension infinite and free.Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame, In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came? I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone! No stately train, no costly gifts to bring;No friend at court, save One the...
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