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Updated: June 27, 2025
He said that he would hear And answer thy poor prayer, and he hath heard And proved his promise. Wherefore didst thou fear? Why marvel that thy Lord hath kept his word? More wonderful if he should fail to bless Expectant faith and prayer with good success! F. R. Havergal. Our house isn't so very nice. We own it, of course, and that is a great deal, as mother has often reminded us when we grumbled.
The journey was broken as arranged, though Frances R. Havergal was by that time very ill. Through some mistake she waited an hour and a half before the friend came, and then took her with her some miles so that they might not lose the longed-for interview. When home was reached, she was seized with shivering, fever set in and was pronounced to be typhoid fever.
In nothing more than this is the excellence of her Christian character conspicuous. Frances Ridley Havergal "Oh, 'Thine for ever! What a blessed thing To be for ever His who died for me! My Saviour, all my life Thy praise I'll sing, Nor cease my song throughout eternity."
Havergal, whose name, to that gentleman's indignation, the brothers turned into "a peculiar form of ridicule." Richard was to go to Trinity College, Oxford. Neither, as we have seen, had been suitably prepared for a University career.
She remarked to her sister once, "Oh, Marie, if I might but have five minutes' ease from pain! I don't want ever to moan when gentle sister Ellen comes in. How I am troubling you all!" Health gradually returned to her, and with it she recommenced her active work for the Master. The Refiner's work in F.R. Havergal was very evident.
Dixon was tall, imposing, splendid, well fitted for the Episcopal order, with gifts that would have shone at the palace. There were daughters, who studied German Literature, and thought Miss Frances Ridley Havergal wrote poetry, but Lucian had no fear of them; he dreaded the boys.
The iron-work in front of this tomb is the only specimen in the Cathedral which has not been disturbed, although Mr. Havergal says "most of our large ancient monuments were protected by iron railings." It is divided into six square panels, having shields and heraldic ornaments.
Such were the words penned by Frances Ridley Havergal on an important day in her history; and they seem to be a fit expression of the purpose of one, the strains of whose songs shall reverberate through all ages. Frances Ridley Havergal was born at Astley in Worcestershire on December 14, 1836. She was the youngest daughter of William Henry Havergal, who was rector of Astley.
However, it seems probable from the researches of many antiquarians that when Putta came to preside here in the seventh century the see was re-established. The Rev. Francis Havergal writes on this matter in the beginning of his Fasti Herefordenses. "The Welsh claim a high antiquity for Hereford as the recognised centre of Christianity in this district.
For the purpose of identification the lead coffin was opened by the Burial Board authorities, "and," says Mr. Havergal, "so perfect were the remains that the skin was not broken, and the features of the placid-looking bishop were undisturbed."
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