01UndatedMaster, to do great work for Thee, my hand Is far too weak! Thou givest what may suit, Some little chips to cut with care minute, Or tint, or grave, or polish. Others stand Before their quarried marble, fair and grand, And make a life-work of the grand design Which Thou hast traced; or, many-skilled, combine To build vast temples, gloriously planned. Yet take the tiny stones which I have wrought Just one by one, as they were given by Thee, Not knowing what came next in Thy wise thought. Let each stone by Thy master-hand of grace Form the mosaic as Thou wilt for me And in Thy temple-pavement give it place.Frances Ridley Havergal / quote ↗
03UndatedSeldom can the heart be lonely If it seeks a lonelier still Self-forgetting seeking only Emptier cups of love to fill.Frances Ridley Havergal / quote ↗
04UndatedSilence is not certain token That no secret grief is there Sorrow which is never spoken Is the heaviest load to bear.Frances Ridley Havergal / quote ↗
05UndatedTake my will and make it Thine It shall be no longer mine Take my heart it is Thine own It shall be Thy royal throne.Frances Ridley Havergal / quote ↗
