ng at seven in the morning, and in winter at eight
o'clock. When, on cold days, her sister would beg her to sit near the
fire, she would answer: "But then, Marie, I can't rule my lines neatly.
Just see what a find I've got. If one only searches, there are such
extraordinary things in the Bible!" Her Bible was freely underscored and
filled with notations. She was able to repeat from memory the four
Gospels, the Epistles, Revelation and all the Psalms, and in later years
she added Isaiah and the Minor Prophets to the list.

Miss Havergal was only forty-two at the time of her death, on June 3,
1879. When her attending physician told her that her condition was
serious, she replied, "If I am really going, it is too good to be true!"
At the bottom of her bed she had her favorite text placed where she could
see it: "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."
She also asked that these words be inscribed upon her coffin and on her
tombstone. Once she exclaimed: "Splendid! To be so near the gates of
heaven!" And again, "So beautiful to go! So beautiful to go!" She died
while singing:

Jesus, I will trust Thee,
Trust Thee with my soul;
Guilty, lost, and helpless,
Thou hast made me whole:
There is none in heaven
Or on earth like Thee;
Thou hast died for sinners,
Therefore, Lord, for me!

Some of the more popular hymns by Miss Havergal, aside from those already
mentioned, are: "O Saviour, precious Saviour," "I am trusting Thee, Lord
Jesus," "Thou art coming, O my Saviour," "Lord, speak to me, that I may
speak," and "Singing for Jesus, our Saviour and King." While she was
writing the hymns that were destined to make her famous, another
remarkable young woman, "Fanny" Crosby, America's blind hymn-writer, was
also achieving renown by her hymns and songs. Miss Havergal and Miss
Crosby never met, but each was an ardent admirer of the other, and on one
occasion the English poet sent a very touching greeting to the American
hymn-writer. It read:

Dear blind sister over the sea,
An English heart goes forth to thee.
We are linked by a cable of faith and song,
Flashing bright sympathy swift along:
One in the East and one in the West
Singing for Him whom our souls love best;
"Singing for Jesus," telling His love
All the way to our home above,
Where the severing sea, with its restless tide,
Never shall hinder and never divide.
Sist