rances Ridley Havergal was born in Astley, Worcestershire, England, on December 14, 1836.1 She was the youngest of six children born to Jane (Head) and William Havergal, a couple described as “a sterling example of Victorian evangelicalism.”2 Her middle name was after Nicholas Ridley, a Reformation martyr burned at Oxford in 1555.
Frances’ father was the minister at Astley. In his study, books by John Calvin stood side by side with the works of Thomas Hooker, Jeremy Taylor, and many of the Puritan divines. He was a fine preacher. A member of his congregation said, “Nobody preaches like Mr. Havergal; he teaches me what I want. I tell you what he does: he takes a text, picks it all to pieces, and shows us what is inside it, and then makes us feel it.”3 William Havergal was also an accomplished musician and composer. His book, Old Church Psalmody, was an influential collection of church music.
Frances grew up in “a large, hospitable and stimulating home in which a mix of tutors, curates, students and suitors engaged in lively conversation.”4 She learned to read by the age of three, and picked up languages listening to the tutorials of her five siblings. When she was nine she helped in teaching a Sunday school class for younger children.
In 1845 Mr. Havergal was appointed rector of St. Nicholas, Worcester, a busy city parish. Frances missed her pleasant country life so much that her father called her “a caged lark.”5 Her mother died in 1848, when Frances was twelve. Two years later she was sent to a private school for girls in London. There she perfected her French, learned Italian, and studied music, art, and the Bible, large portions of which she memorized. Frances had resisted attempts by her parents to encourage her to confess faith in Christ as her Savior, but joyfully did so soon after her fifteenth birthday. She wrote: “I committed my soul to the Saviour … and earth and heaven seemed bright from that moment.”6
In 1851 Mr. Havergal married Caroline Cooke, a friend of his daughter Miriam. Caroline was twenty years younger than her husband and her relationship with Frances, who was very close to her father, became difficult at times.
Frances completed her formal schooling in Düsseldorf, Germany, where her father and stepmother had gone to seek help for his deteriorating eyesight. There she learned German and studied Hebrew, Greek, and Latin.
In 1860 Mr. Havergal, then in failing health, took a very small rural church in Shareshill, a few miles from Wolverhampton. For the next seven years Frances lived with her sister Miriam and her family in Oakhampton House in Astley parish, where she was governess to her two youngest nieces. In December 1867 she went to Shareshill to help care for her father and stepmother. Her father died in 1870, and Caroline eight years later.
On Advent Sunday in 1873, when she was eighteen, Frances was confirmed in Worcester Cathedral. It was a turning point in her life. She knelt before the bishop and followed carefully his words, “Defend, O Lord, this thy child with thy heavenly grace, that she may continue thine for ever, and daily increase in thy Holy Spirit, until she come into thy everlasting kingdom.” “If ever my heart followed a prayer,” she wrote, “it did then, if ever it thrilled with earnest longing not unmixed with joy, it did at the words ‘Thine for ever.’”7 That day she wrote a short poem expressing her feeling:
Oh! “Thine forever,” 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.
Frances wrote to her sister Maria that she had come to believe that Christ who had “cleansed me had power to keep me clean; so I utterly yielded myself to him, and utterly trusted him to keep me.”8
Frances Havergal was a gifted young woman. She excelled in languages and played the piano and sang beautifully. She found her life’s work in writing poems, hymns, and devotional books. She produced five “Royal books,” she called them, beginning with My King or Daily Thoughts for the King’s Children. These little books, in which she gave a meditation or poem for each day of the month, were a blessing to many. In 1879 the three hundred pastors who attended the annual conference at Spurgeon’s Pastors’ College were given two of Miss Havergal’s Royal Books “as a choice and dainty morsel for their spiritual refreshment and quickening.”9
Frances also wrote books for children, one of which had the title Little Pillows. Just as we want “a nice soft pillow to lay our heads down upon at night,” she wrote, so our hearts want “a pillow too, something to rest upon, some true, sweet word that we might go to sleep upon happily and peacefully.” In a companion book, Morning Bells, she presented “little chimes of Bible music” for children to wake up by.10
Frances Havergal’s greatest and most lasting work was the writing of hymns. She loved the old hymns of the church and was inspired by the new hymns and gospel songs of Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871) and Fanny Crosby (1820-1915). Frances wrote in a letter to a friend, “I hope you will get to know Charlotte Elliott; it is an honour from God to have had it given her, to write what she has written.”
When someone asked, “Who is Fanny Crosby?”11 Frances replied, “She is a blind lady, whose heart can see splendidly in the sunshine of God’s love.” Frances wrote a poem called “A Seeing Heart” about her “dear blind sister over the sea.”12
Frances herself wrote hundreds of hymns, some of which are loved and sung by Christians around the world. She was concerned to write beautiful and memorable words joined with good music, and she was even more committed to writing hymns that clearly expressed biblical truth. In some of the manuscript copies of her hymns, she attached a scripture reference to each line. Her hymn “Without Christ,” based on Ephesians 2:12, contains a verse for each of its one hundred and twelve lines!
“I Gave My Life for Thee”
One of her earliest published hymns was inspired by a painting she saw in Germany. It showed Christ suffering on the cross, with the words “All this I did for thee. What hast thou done for me?”13 Deeply moved, seventeen-year-old Frances jotted down some thoughts that quickly came to her mind. Back home in England, she tried to make them into a hymn, but became discouraged and threw the paper in the fire. It somehow fell out of the grate unburned. Some months later Frances showed it to her father who encouraged her to finish it. She did, and he wrote the music to accompany the words. In the first verse Jesus speaks some words and asks a question:
I gave my life for thee,
My precious blood I shed,
That thou might’st ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead;
I gave my life for thee,
What hast thou given for me?
Many of Frances Havergal’s hymns express her response to the Lord, such as “Jesus, Master, whose I am … let my heart be all thine own, let me live to thee alone.” In “O Savior, Precious Savior” she joins her voice with all God’s people in singing, “We worship you, we bless you, to you alone we sing; we praise you, and confess you our holy Lord and King.” “Golden Harps are Sounding” describes Christ’s ascension: “He who came to save us, he who bled and died, now is crowned with glory at his Father’s side. Never more to suffer, never more to die, Jesus, King of glory, is gone up on high.” “Thou Art Coming, O My Savior” anticipates and celebrates Christ’s Second Coming “in thy beauty all resplendent, in thy glory all transcendent.”
“Tell it out!”
One snowy Sunday morning in April 1872, Frances was unable to go to church. Reading the Psalms, she came to the words “Tell it out among the heathen that the Lord is King” (Psalm 96:10, Prayer Book Version). She thought, “what a splendid first line!” And the words and the music came “rushing in” to her:14
Tell it out among the heathen that the
Lord is King!
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out among the nations, bid them shout and sing!
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out with adoration,
that He shall increase;
That the mighty King of glory is the King of Peace;
Tell it out with jubilation though the waves may roar,
That He sitteth on the water-floods, our King forever more!
“Lord, speak to me that I may speak”
The same month that she wrote “Tell It Out,” Frances also wrote “A Worker’s Prayer,” especially for lay helpers in the church:
Lord, speak to me that I may speak in living echoes of your tone;
As you have sought, so let me seek your erring children lost and lone.
O teach me, Lord, that I may teach the precious things you do impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach the hidden depths of many a heart.
Miss Havergal’s theology has been described as “the theology of the Pilgrim’s Progress.”15 She was simple, clear, and compelling in her books and hymns. One Sunday, after a disappointing sermon, she asked the minister, “Oh, why don’t you preach the gospel of Christ?” He answered, “My congregation are well educated and well acquainted with the truths of salvation; if they were Zulus, I should preach differently.” Frances said, “Then I will be a Zulu next Sunday, and just preach at me!” To her delight, a real gospel sermon was the result.16
Frances’ circumstances and frail health prevented her from being a foreign missionary, but she found ways to teach the gospel at home. She began a Bible class for working people. She wrote, “I don’t know who will come, few or many; but I want God’s real converting grace poured out, and I want to be enabled so to speak of Jesus that souls may be won to Him.”17 She supported and assisted various missions, including the Irish Society that provided Bibles and biblical teaching for the people of Ireland. Frances wrote a “Prayer for Ireland,” which began “Gracious Saviour, look in mercy on this island of the west.”18
In the last months of her life, Frances worked on a book called The Royal Invitation. She explained to a friend, “You see, I have only written for Christians as yet (with the exception of a few leaflets), and so I have not fulfilled the great commission, ‘Let him that heareth, say, Come,’ in writing, though of course I am often at it in speaking. So now I want to peal out a COME”!19
“I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus”
Miss Havergal regularly wrote hymns for the beginning of the new year. For 1874 she wrote “Another year is dawning! Dear Master, let it be, in working or in waiting, another year with Thee.” Later that year she wrote the hymn that became her favorite:
I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus, trusting only thee;
Trusting thee for full salvation, great and free.
I am trusting thee for pardon; at thy feet I bow,
For thy grace and tender mercy, trusting now.
I am trusting thee for cleansing in the crimson flood;
Trusting thee to make me holy by thy blood.
I am trusting thee to guide me; thou alone shalt lead,
Every day and hour supplying all my need.
I am trusting thee for power; thine can never fail!
Words which thou thyself shalt give me, must prevail.
I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus; never let me fall;
I am trusting thee forever, and for all.
“A Song in the Night”
Frances suffered during her short life. She survived almost-fatal typhoid fever in 1874. On the first day of this illness, which kept her bedridden for eight months, she dictated to her niece the beginning of a new poem:
Just when Thou wilt, O Master, call!
Or at the noon, or evening fall,
Or in the dark, or in the light,
Just when Thou wilt, it must be right.20
During a time of sickness two years later, she wrote “A Song in the Night”:
I take this pain, Lord Jesus,
From Thine own hand,
The strength to bear it bravely
Thou wilt command.
‘Tis Thy dear hand, O Saviour,
That pressest sore,
The hand that bears the nail-prints
When her mother died, eleven-year-old Frances was devastated. Years later, she wrote, “I did not at all expect her departure and shut my ears in a very hardened way to those who tried to prepare me for it. I did not, would not, see God’s hand in it.”22 Now she saw God’s hand in her pain. To a friend she wrote, “Pain, as to God’s own children, is, truly and really, only blessing in disguise. It is but His chiseling, one of His graving tools, producing the likeness to Jesus for which we long.”23
Frances not only found comfort in God for her suffering but also discovered how it was fitting her to do “the Master’s work.” She wrote in her private journal: “Even in very painful spiritual darkness it has sometimes comforted me to think that God might be leading me through strange dark ways so that I might be His messenger to some of His children in similar distress.”24 One day in a churchyard she found a mother crying while putting flowers on her daughter’s grave. Frances put her hand on the woman’s shoulder and quietly said, “Think of the meeting, not of the parting.”25
“Take My Life and Let It Be”
On Advent Sunday, December 2, 1873, Frances “saw clearly the blessedness of true consecration.”26 She wrote a “Consecration Hymn” based on the last words of the concluding prayer in the Service of Holy Communion in the Book of Common Prayer: “And we humbly beseech thee, O heavenly Father, so to assist us with thy grace, that we may continue in that holy fellowship, and do all such good works as thou hast prepared for us to walk in.” Her hymn begins “Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord to Thee,” and then goes on to offer everything to God—our time, hands, feet, voice, lips, possessions, intellect, will, heart, and love. It ends, “Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee”—words that sum up Frances Ridley Havergal’s life and service:
Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only for my King.
Frances was sometimes overwhelmed by her work—answering fifteen to twenty letters every morning, correcting proofs for her books, and writing hymns and poems. She was not well, and her doctor said that she “ought not to touch a pen.”27 After reading Exodus 32:26—“Then Moses stood in the gate of the camp and said, ‘Who is on the Lord’s side? Come to me’”—Frances wrote another “consecration hymn.” The first verse begins with a string of questions:
Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King?
Who will be his helpers, other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side? Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side? Who for him will go?
Then comes the resounding answer:
By thy call of mercy, by thy grace divine, We are on the Lord’s side, Savior, we are thine.
“Like a River Glorious”
The River Severn, the longest river in Britain, rises in Wales and, during its first fifteen miles, tumbles from a height of two thousand feet to five hundred feet, before making its way for two hundred more miles to Bristol. Frances Havergal lived near the Severn for much of her life. At Astley, her childhood home, a beautiful brook flowed into the river. While in Worcester she walked along the banks of the Severn. When living with her sister Ellen she could see it flowing below the woods “with an extra sparkle and glitter and shine.”28
In the River Severn Frances found an illustration of Isaiah 66:12—“For thus saith the Lord: ‘Behold, I will extend peace to her like a river.’” She wrote:
Like a river glorious, is God’s perfect peace, Over all victorious, in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest. Finding, as he promised, perfect peace and rest.
Frances said that “the quiet, everyday beauty of trees and sunshine was the chief external influence” on her early childhood.29 At Berne, Switzerland, soon after sunrise on a June morning, Frances had her first glimpse of the Alps. She said that she had never seen on earth anything which “so suggested the ethereal and heavenly, which seemed to lead up to the unseen, to be the very steps of the Throne.”30 In her summer visits to Switzerland Frances found in the beauty of God’s creation assurance of his care for his children:
Father who hast made the mountains,
Who hast formed each tiny flower,
Who hast filled the crystal fountains,
Who hast sent us sun and shower,
Hear Thy children’s morning prayer,
Asking for Thy guardian care;
Keep and guide us all the day,
Lead us safely all the way.31
During her fifth and last journey to Switzerland, Miss Havergal lived in Champery, the small village where Edith and Francis Schaeffer were to begin the work of L’Abri Fellowship in 1955. In her home in England she treasured a picture of the snow peaks of Les Dents du Midi, the majestic mountains near L’Abri.32
Starlight Through the Shadows
During the last months of her life, Frances was preparing a book for the sick and suffering, called Starlight Through the Shadows. As her condition worsened, she asked her doctor if he thought she was really going “today,” and he answered “probably.” She said, “Splendid to be so near the gates of heaven.”33 One of her sisters said, “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee.” Frances quickly added, “He must keep his word.”34
She whispered to a friend, “There is no bottom to God’s mercy and love.”35 She asked that the words of 1 John 1:7—“The blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin”—be put on her tombstone. Her brother, a minister of the Church of England, sang some hymns, gave her the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper, and said, “You have talked and written a great deal about the King, and you will soon see him in his beauty.”36 Her sister Maria wrote, “For ten minutes we watched that almost visible meeting with her King.”37
Frances died on June 3, 1879. She was forty-two years old. Charles Haddon Spurgeon wrote that “to the great loss of the church,” Frances Havergal “has left these lower choirs to sing above. Miss Havergal, last and loveliest of our modern poets, when her tones were most mellow and her language most sublime, has been caught up to swell the music of heaven.”38
By the 1920s two million copies of her works were in circulation in English and her hymns were sung, and are still known and loved, by Christian people all over the world.
1. The most recent of several biographies of Frances Ridley Havergal is by Pamela D. Bugden, Ever, Only, All for Thee—Frances Ridley Havergal: Glimpses of Her Life and Writings (Hannibal, Missouri: Granted Ministries Press, 2009). An older but useful book, containing a memoir and selections in prose and verse, is by T. H. Darlow, Frances Ridley Havergal: A Saint of God (New York: Fleming H. Revell Company, 1927).
2. Biographical Dictionary of Evangelicals, 294.
3. Bugden, 120.
4. Biographical Dictionary of Evangelicals, 294.
5. Bugden, 27.
6. Bugden, 30.
7. Andrew Atherstone, “Francis Ridley Havergal, 1836-1879” in The Heart of Faith: Following Christ in the Church of England (Lutterworth Press), 111.
8. Faith Cook, Our Hymn-Writers and Their Hymns (Darlington, England: Evangelical Press, 2005), 317.
9. Bugden, 71.
10. Bugden, 109-10.
11. Valuable Selections from the Writings of Frances Ridley Havergal (Hannibal, Missouri: Granted Ministries Press, 2009), 95.
12. Bugden, 49.
13. According to some accounts, Frances saw the picture in the home of a German pastor; others say that she saw the painting by Domenico Feti entitled Ecce Homo (“Behold the Man”) in the art museum at Düsseldorf. This same picture so moved Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf that then and there the young Count asked the crucified Christ to draw him into “the fellowship of his sufferings” and to show him what he should do. Zinzendorf became the leader of the Moravian movement that gave rise to Protestant world missions. J. E. Hutton, A History of the Moravian Church, 186.
14. Bugden, 101.
15. Darlow, 14.
16. Bugden, 79.
17. Atherstone, 118.
18. Bugden, 38.
19. Valuable Selections, 59.
20. Atherstone, 119.
21. Bugden, 63.
22. Cook, 312.
23. Atherstone, 118-19.
24. Atherstone, 118.
25. Bugden, 155.
26. Then Sings My Soul: 150 of the World’s Greatest Hymn Stories, Books 1 and 2 (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers) 1:191.
27. Then Sings My Soul 2:173.
28. Bugden, 95.
29. Darlow, 7.
30. Darlow, 26.
31. Bugden, 63.
32. Jane Stuart Smith and Betty Carlson, Great Christian Hymn Writers (Wheaton, Illinois: Crossway Books, 1997), 82.
33. Bugden, 159.
34. Bugden, 159.
35. Bugden, 160.
36. Then Sings My Soul 1:201.
37. Then Sings My Soul 2:175.
38. Bugden, 44.