HYMN HISTORY: LORD SPEAK TO ME
Good afternoon to all of our Readers.
he Mid-week service is ast approaching for many believers around the world and I would like to point out an invitation hymn written by Francis Havergal.
The text of the song is below the history and there is a link to a good piano accompaniment.
he Mid-week service is ast approaching for many believers around the world and I would like to point out an invitation hymn written by Francis Havergal.
The text of the song is below the history and there is a link to a good piano accompaniment.
Frances Ridley Havergal was born December 14, 1836, into a
cultured, religious family in England. She was the youngest child of William
Henry Havergal, a Church of England minister and noted poet and church musician
who authored about 100 hymns.
At the age of 3, Miss Havergal could read; at the
age of 4, she began reading and memorizing the Bible; at 7 she began writing
verse. When she was eleven, her mother died after a long period of suffering.
Miss
Havergal was converted and committed her life to Christ in 1851, at the age of
14. She said, "I committed my soul to the Saviour ... earth and heaven
seemed brighter from that moment; I did trust the Lord Jesus."
Educated at home and in private schools her scholastic
achievements included proficiency in several modern languages, in addition to
Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. Miss Havergal had a thorough training in linguistics
and music and was a pianist and singer.
She was also a devoted Bible student,
memorizing the New Testament as well as the Psalms, Isaiah, and the Minor
Prophets. Although highly educated and cultured, she maintained a simple faith and
confidence in her Lord. She lived a disciplined prayer life and it is said that
she never wrote a line without first praying over it.
"I believe my King suggests a thought, and whispers me
a musical line or two, and then I look up and thank Him delightedly and go on
with it. That is how my hymns come.""Writing is praying with me. You
know a child would look up at every sentence and say, 'And what shall I say
next?' That is just what I do; I ask Him that at every line He would give me
not merely thoughts and power, but also every word, even the very rhymes."
Francis sang nothing but sacred music of the love of God and
His way of salvation. Her life's mission was to sing and work for Jesus. She
had both a great taste for music and a good knowledge of harmony, a natural an ear for melody, a ringing touch on the piano, a beautiful and
well-trained voice. These gifts she entirely devoted to Christ; whether at home
or in mixed society she always "sang for Jesus."
Some hymns for which she wrote the words include:
"Another Year Is Dawning" (written 1874)
"Another Year Is Dawning" (written 1874)
"I Gave My Life for Thee" (1858)
"Lord, Speak to Me" (written 1872)
"Lord, Speak to Me" (written 1872)
"Like
a River Glorious" (written 1876)
"Who Is on the Lord's Side?" (written 1877) "Golden Harps Are Sounding" (written 1871)
"I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus" (written 1874). "Take My Life and Let It Be" (written in 1874)
"Who Is on the Lord's Side?" (written 1877) "Golden Harps Are Sounding" (written 1871)
"I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus" (written 1874). "Take My Life and Let It Be" (written in 1874)
Miss Havergal also wrote many small devotional tracts and
narratives in prose and numerous little books of poems and hymn texts, all
marked by the same earnest and practical piety. Themes for her writings were
faith, consecration, and service.
Frail in health all of her life, Miss Havergal one day
caught a severe cold which caused inflammation of the lungs. When told that her
life was in danger, she exclaimed, "If I am really going, it is too good
to be true!" At another time she responded, "Splendid! To be so near
the gates of heaven."
At the very end, it is reported that she sang
clearly, but faintly, another of her hymns, "Jesus, I Will Trust Thee,
Trust Thee with My Soul." Then, according to reports by her sister,
“She looked up steadfastly, as if she saw the Lord; and
surely nothing less heavenly could have reflected such a glorious radiance upon
her face. For ten minutes we watched that almost visible meeting with her King,
and her countenance was so glad, as if she were already talking to Him! Then
she tried to sing; but after one sweet, high note her voice failed, and as her
brother commended her soul into the Redeemer's hand she passed away.”
Frances
Ridley Havergal died at Caswall Bay, Swansea, Wales, June 3, 1879, at the age
of forty-two. On her tombstone at
Astley, Worcestershire, is engraved her favorite text, 1 John 1:7-- "The
blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."Her entire life
was characterized by spiritual saintliness. In spite of being frail in health,
she lived an active and productive life until her death.
Lord, speak to me, that I may
speak
In living echoes of Thy tone;
As Thou has sought, so let me seek
Thine erring children lost and lone.
In living echoes of Thy tone;
As Thou has sought, so let me seek
Thine erring children lost and lone.
Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wand’ring and the wav’ring feet;
Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hung’ring ones with manna sweet.
The wand’ring and the wav’ring feet;
Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hung’ring ones with manna sweet.
Oh, strengthen me, that while I
stand
Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may
teach
The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to
me,
That I may speak with soothing pow’r
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
That I may speak with soothing pow’r
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
Oh, fill me with Thy fullness,
Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until Thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until Thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
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