“While listening to it my weary soul rested itself, and I thought, 'Surely it cannot be wrong to think of the Savior, although He is not mine.' With this conclusion I gave myself up to admire, to love and to praise Him, to wonder why I had never done so before, and to hope that all the great congregation around me were joining with me in acknowledging Him to be chief among ten thousand and the One altogether lovely.'”
“To me he never seemed the same child...I often said afterward that a little stranger was running about my nursery, not mine, but God's.”
“He enjoyed Christmas as much as I had reason to expect he would, in his state of health, and was busy among his new playthings all day. He had taken a fancy within a few weeks to kneel at family prayers with me at my chair, and would throw one little arm round my neck, while with the other hand he so prettily and seriously covered his eyes. As their heads [Eddie and sister Annie] touched my face as they knelt I observed that Eddie's felt hot when compared with A's; just enough so to increase my uneasiness. On entering in the nursery on New Year's morning, I was struck with his appearance as he lay in bed; his face being spotted all over. On asking Margaret [his nurse] about it; she said he had been crying, and that this occasioned the spots. This did not seem probable to me, for I had never seen anything of this kind on his face before. How little I knew that these were the last tears my darling would ever shed.”
“I knelt by the side of his cradle, rocking it very gently, and he asked me to tell him a story. I asked what about, and he said, 'A little boy,' on which I had something like this: Mamma knows a dear little boy who is very sick. His head ached and he felt sick all over. God said, 'I must let the little lamb come into my fold; then his little head will never ache again, and he will be a very happy little lamb.' I used the words little lamb because he was so fond of them. Often he would run to the nurse with his face full of animation and say, 'Margaret, Mamma says I am her little lamb!' While I was telling the story his eyes were fixed intelligently on my face. I then said, 'Would you like to know the name of the boy?' With eagerness he said, 'Yes, yes, mamma!' Taking his dear little hand in mine, and kissing it, I said, 'It was Eddy.'”
“To My Darling Eddy, January 16th.”
Blest child! Dear child! For thee is Jesus calling:And of our household thee –and only thee!Oh, hasten hence! To his embraces hasten!Sweet shall thy rest and safe thy shelter be.
“Sometimes little children don't live to spend six birthdays in this world. They go to heaven and spend them there; and they are better and and happier days than any little Susy ever knew.”
“I was too feeble to have any care of her. Never had her in my arms but twice; once the day before she died and once when she was dying.”
“...empty hands, a worn-out, exhausted body, and unutterable longing to flee from a world that has so many sharp experiences.”
“After her death, the following lines, written in pencil...were found in her desk:”
I thought that prattling boys and girls
Would fill this empty room;
That my rich heart would gather flowers
from childhood's opening bloom.
One child and two green graves are mine;This is God's gift to me:A bleeding, fainting, broken heart –This is my gift to Thee
"To help divert my mind from such incessant brooding over my sorrows, I am writing another book."
“Our home is broken up, our lives wrecked, our hopes shattered, our dreams dissolved.”
“But it is in times like these that God loves us all the more, just as we love our own children more when they are sick or troubled in distress.”
“To love Christ more is the deepest need the constant cry of my soul...out in the woods, and on my bed, and out driving, when I am happy and busy, and when I am sad and idle, the whisper keeps going up for more love, more love, more love!”
Nearer, My God, to Thee!
Nearer, My God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,still all my song shall be,nearer, my God, to thee;nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,darkness be over me, my rest a stone;yet in my dreams I'd benearer, my God, to thee;nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;all that thou sendest me, in mercy given;angels to beckon menearer, my God, to thee;nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise,out of my stoney griefs Bethel I'll raise;so by my woes to be'nearer, my God, to thee;nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,still all my song shall be,nearer, my God, to thee;nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
More Love to Thee
More Love to Thee, O Christ, More Love to Thee!Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee.This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to Thee;More love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;now thee alone I seek, give what is best.This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to Thee;More love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Let sorrow do its work, come grief and pained;sweet are Thy messenger, sweet their refrain,when they can sing with me; more love, O Christ, to Thee;more love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise;this be the parting cry my heart shall raise;this still its prayer shall be; More love, O Christ, to Thee'more love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Friends who knew Elizabeth best described her as “a very, bright-eyed, little woman, with a keen sense of humor, who cared more to shine in her own happy household than in a wide circle of society.”
“I see now that to live for God, whether one is allowed ability to be actively useful or not, is a great thing, and that it is a wonderful mercy to be allowed even to suffer, if thereby one can glorify Him."
“I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, 'Write, Blessed, are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors and their works do follow them.” Revelation 14:13 KJV.
“For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and your labor of love, which ye have showed toward his name, in that ye have ministered to the saints.” Hebrews 6:10 KJV.