Poetry is a second translation of the soul's feeling; it must be rendered into thought, and thought must change its nebulous robe of semi-wording into definite language, before it reaches another heart. Music is a first translation of feeling, needing… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
“Do what Thou wilt! Yes, only do What seemeth good to Thee; Thou art so loving, wise, and true, It must be best for… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
We write our lives indeed, But in a cipher none can read, Except the author — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
Faithfulness to principle is only proved by faithfulness in detail. — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
“This view of moments seems to make it clearer that it is impossible to serve two masters, for it is evident that the service… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
Might we never be the helpers of the great hinderer, Satan! Let us ask that the Lord Jesus would so perfectly tune our spirits… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
I do - oh, indeed I do - desire to live up to my profession, to be His, for time and eternity. But I… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
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… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
Writing is praying with me. You know a child would look up at every sentence and say, 'And what shall I say next?' That… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
