Charlotte Elliott

Charlotte Elliott (March 18, 1789 – September 22, 1871) was an English poet and hymn writer.

Charlotte Elliott

Quotes

Hours of Sorrow (1836)

Hours of Sorrow; or, Thoughts in Verse, Chiefly Adapted to Seasons of Sickness, Depression, and Bereavement (James Nisbet and Co., 1836)

• My God! is any hour so sweet,
  From blush of morn to evening-star,
  As that which calls me to Thy feet,—
  The hour of prayer?
  • "The Hour of Prayer", st. 1, p. 45.

• Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore,
  No privilege so dear shall be,
  As thus my inmost soul to pour
  In prayer to Thee.
  • "The Hour of Prayer", st. 7, p. 46.

• Renew my will from day to day!
  Blend it with Thine! and take away
  All that now makes it hard to say,
  "Thy will be done!"
  • "Thy Will Be Done", st. 7, p. 131.

• Blest is my lot, whate'er befall:
  What can disturb me, who appall,
  While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
  Saviour! I cling to Thee?
  • "Prayer to the Saviour", st. 9, p. 133.

Selections from the Poems of Charlotte Elliott (1873)

Selections from the Poems of Charlotte Elliott (London: The Religious Tract Society, 1873)

• Just as I am — Thou wilt receive,
  Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
  Because Thy promise I believe—
  O Lamb of God, I come!
  • "Just as I Am", st. 5, p. v.

• From human eyes 'tis better to conceal
  Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel;
  But oh, this thought can tranquillise and heal,
  All, all is known to Thee.
  • "Thou God Seest Me", st. 2, p. 215.

• Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned,
  Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand
  Prescribes for ills none else can understand,
  All, all is known to Thee.
  • "Thou God Seest Me", st. 5, p. 215.

Leaves from the Unpublished Journals, Letters, and Poems (1874)

Leaves from the Unpublished Journals, Letters, and Poems of Charlotte Elliott (London: The Religious Tract Society, 1874)

• Is life's evening long and dreary?
  Gone the treasures once possessed?
  Is thy spirit faint and weary?
  Dost thou long to be at rest?
  On this sweet promise fix thy sight:
  "At evening time it shall be light."
  • "Lines for the Aged", st. 1, p. 199.

• I saw the radiant Queen of Night
  Walking in brightness through the sky.
  • "The Setting Moon", line 1, p. 232.