Hello,

Warm greetings from the Havergal Trust. You are receiving this email because you have expressed interest in the works of Frances Ridley Havergal or subscribed to the Havergal Trust mailing list. After this e-mail, if the Lord wills, we plan to send a monthly e-mail that gives quotations and brief pieces by Havergal.

   Yesterday, April 15, 2022, was Good Friday. Given next are two poems by F.R.H. Both of these poems were written late in her life. She died, entered into His presence, on June 3, 1879.
     Behold Your King.

“Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow.”—Lamentations 1:12.

Behold your King! Though the moonlight steals
   Through the silvery sprays of the olive tree,
No star-gemmed sceptre or crown it reveals,
   In the solemn shade of Gethsemane.
     Only a form of prostrate grief,
     Fallen, crushed, like a broken leaf!
Oh, think of His sorrow! that we may know
The depth of love in the depth of woe.

Behold your King! Is it nothing to you,
   That the crimson tokens of agony
From the kingly brow must fall like dew,
   Through the shuddering shades of Gethsemane?
     Jesus Himself, the Prince of Life,
     Bows in mysterious mortal strife;
Oh, think of His sorrow! that we may know
The unknown love in the unknown woe.

Behold your King, with His sorrow crowned,
   Alone, alone in the valley is He!
The shadows of death are gathering round,
   And the Cross must follow Gethsemane.
     Darker and darker the gloom must fall,
     Filled is the Cup, He must drink it all!
Oh, think of His sorrow! that we may know
His wondrous love in His wondrous woe.

               Frances Ridley Havergal, Good Friday, 1879
     An Easter Prayer.

     Oh let me know
The power of Thy resurrection;
     Oh let me show
Thy risen life in calm and clear reflection;
     Oh let me soar
Where Thou, my Saviour Christ, art gone before;
     In mind and heart
Let me dwell always, only, where Thou art.

     Oh let me give
Out of the gifts Thou freely givest;
     Oh let me live
With life abundantly because Thou livest;
     Oh make me shine
In darkest places, for Thy light is mine;
     Oh let me be
A faithful witness for Thy truth and Thee.

     Oh let me show
The strong reality of gospel story;
     Oh let me go
From strength to strength, from glory unto glory,
     Oh let me sing
For very joy, because Thou art my King;
     Oh let me praise
Thy love and faithfulness through all my days.

               Frances Ridley Havergal, February 12, 1879
Sincerely, 
David Chalkley
Editor of the Havergal edition

(If a mistake has been made, or if you want to be removed from this list, an "unsubscribe" button is provided below for that.)
The Havergal Trust | Website