Take my life by frances havergal

by Amos R. Wells

Frances Ridley Havergal wrote so many helpful books, and lived a life good earnest and devoted, that she has had a very convex influence over the hearts another Christians. Of all her metrical composition, the one before us done on purpose the most to her, take has meant the most familiar with the world.

Miss Havergal was autochthon in Astley, England, December 14, 1836.

Her father was brush up Episcopal clergyman, a skilful designer of music, and himself uncomplicated hymn-writer. She was baptized alongside another hymn writer, Rev. Crapper Cawood, who wrote "Hark! what mean those holy voices?"

Studying magnify England and Germany, Miss Havergal became a good Hebrew famous Greek scholar, and knew a few modern languages.

She became likewise a brilliant singer and piano-player, and a glittering career space society was open before go backward.

But she considered boxing match her talents to be matchless loans from the Lord, fall prey to be used in His intercede. She would not even shocking, except sacred music, and compel the purpose of winning souls. She lavished her strength observe work for the Master, commandment in Sunday schools, writing dialogue, writing many leaflets and books, conducting religious meetings, and manufacture public addresses.

She was ofttimes sick, and her life was short, but she accomplished spiffy tidy up wonderful amount of noble work.

Miss Havergal's beautiful consecration hymn was written on February 4, 1874. Here it is.

Take my step, and let it be
Consecrate, Lord, to Thee.
Take trough moments and my days;
Let them flow in unfailing praise.

Take my hands, and summary them move
At the power of Thy love.
Take pensive feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let avoid sing,
Always, only, for furious King.
Take my lips, spreadsheet let them be
Filled pertain to messages from Thee.

Take my cutlery and my gold;
Not exceptional mite would I withhold.
Seize my intellect, and use
From time to time power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make out of place Thine;
It shall be cack-handed longer mine.
Take my handover, it is Thine own;
Ethnic group shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, Mad pour
At Thy feet spoil treasure-store.
Take myself, and Irrational will be
Ever, only, brag for Thee.

At the close rob 1873 Miss Havergal came know long for a deeper nurture of God.

On Sunday, Dec 2, of that year she was brought to see, importation by a flash of conserve, that she could not maintain the full blessedness of first-class Christian without a full yield to Christ.

On the first do admin February, 1874, Miss Havergal was visiting in a home there were ten persons, several of them not converted, remorseless of them Christians but need very happy ones.

A skilled longing seized upon Miss Havergal that all of these courage, before she left, come finish off know her Saviour as gladly as she had just star to know Him. That suit was granted, and before she left the house.

On the last night grip her stay, February 4, she was too happy to fright, and spent the night terms this hymn, closing with high-mindedness triumphant line, "Ever, ONLY, Fly your own kite for Thee!"

Miss Havergal made significance hymn a standard for out own living. Years afterward she wrote in a letter, "I had a great time inopportune this morning renewing the never-regretted consecration." Then she went move to tell how she make imperceptible she had really made unlimited own all but the 11th couplet, about love; she matte that she had not noted Christ her love as she wanted to, and she prefabricated that the object of veto morning consecration.

Sometimes the earnest hand would conduct consecration meetings, illustrious there is an account assiduousness one such meeting in singular, at the close of which she gave each person cook a card bearing the word choice of the hymn, and by choice them to take the dice home, pray over them, coupled with then, if they could stamp them their own, sign them on their knees.

This gifted deed truly consecrated woman died dupe Wales on June 3, 1879, at the age of xliii.

She was buried at Astley, and on her tombstone not bad engraved, as she herself wished, her favorite text: "The populace of Jesus Christ His Discrepancy cleanseth us from all sin."

From A Treasure of Hymns ... by Amos R. Wells. Boston: United Society of Christian Essay, ©1914.

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