Frances Ridley Havergal

  • Peace

      IS this the peace of God, this strange sweet calm?
    The weary day is at its zenith still,
      Yet ’t is as if beside some cool, clear rill,
    Through shadowy stillness rose an evening psalm,
    And all the noise of life were hushed away,
    And tranquil gladness...

  • “I gave my life for thee”

    I Gave my life for thee,
      My precious blood I shed
    That thou might’st ransomed be,
      And quickened from the dead.
    I gave my life for thee;
    What hast thou given for me?

    I spent long years for thee
      In weariness and woe,
    That an...