nd genuine expressions of love
to and praise of her Master.

She began writing verses when she was only seven years of age.

In 1860 her poetry was so much appreciated that she received
applications from the editors of various religions magazines to supply
poetical contributions. In 1803 she received her first cheque of L10
17s. 6d. This she sent to her father: L10 for anything he liked to
employ it on, 10s. for the Scripture Readers' collection, and 7s. 6d.
for any similar emergency.

Her hymn "I gave my life for thee" first appeared in _Good Words_. It
was written in Germany in 1858. She had come in weary and sat down
opposite a picture with this motto. At once the lines flashed upon her
and she wrote them in pencil on a scrap of paper. Reading them over,
they did not satisfy her. She tossed them into the fire, but they fell
out untouched. Showing them some months after to her father, he
encouraged her to preserve them, and wrote the tune "Baca"
especially for them.

The origin of the well-known hymn, 'Take my Life,' she thus
describes--"I went for a little visit of five days. There were ten
persons in the house, some unconverted and long prayed for, some
converted, but not rejoicing Christians. He gave me the prayer, 'Lord,
give me _all_ in this house.' And He just _did_! Before I left the
house, every one had got a blessing. The last night of my visit I was
too happy to sleep, and passed most of the night in praise and renewal
of my own consecration, and these little couplets formed themselves, and
chimed in my heart one after another, till they finished with '_Ever_,
ONLY, ALL, for Thee.'"

Some six months before she died she wrote thus about this hymn, "I had a
great time early this morning, renewing the never-regretted
consecration. I seemed led to run over the 'Take my Life,' and could
bless Him verse by verse for having led me on to much more definite
consecration than even when I wrote it--voice, gold, intellect, etc. But
the eleventh couplet--"

'Take my love--my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store'--

"that has been unconsciously _not filled up_. Somehow, I felt mystified
and out of my depth here; it was a simple and definite thing to be
_done_, to settle the voice, or silver and gold; but 'love?' I have to
love others, and I do; and I've not a small treasure of it; and even
loving _in Him_ does not quite meet the inner difficulty.... I shall
just go forward and expect Him to f