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Charlotte Elliott
1789-1871
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Born: March 18, 1789, Clapham, Surrey, England.
Died: September 22, 1871, Brighton, East Sussex, England.
Buried: St. Andrew’s Church, Hove, Sussex, England.
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Elliott became an invalid around age 30, and remained so for the rest of her life. About her physical condition, Elliott wrote:
My Heavenly Father knows, and He alone, what it is, day after day, and hour after hour, to fight against bodily feelings of almost overpowering weakness and languor and exhaustion, to resolve, as He enables me to do, not to yield to the slothfulness, the depression, the irritability, such as a body causes me to long to indulge, but to rise every morning determined on taking this for my motto, “If any man will come after me, let him
deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow me.”
Elliott lived in Brighton, England, and for some 40 years, had an ongoing “spiritual” correspondence with Henri Abraham César Malan. She wrote about 150 hymns. Her works include:
- The Invalid’s Hymn Book, 1834
- Psalms and Hymns for Public, Private, and Social Worship, 1835-48; edited by her brother Henry
- Hours of Sorrow, 1836
- Hymns for a Week, 1839
- Thoughts in Verse on Sacred Subjects, 1869
Hymns:
- As the New Moons of Old Were Given
- Clouds and Darkness Round About Thee
- Father, When Thy Child Is Dying
- Glorious Was That Primal Light
- Guard Well Thy Lips
- Hail, Holy Day, Most Blest, Most Dear
- I Need No Other Plea
- I Need No Prayers to Saints
- I Want That Adorning Divine
- Jesus, My Savior, Look on Me
- Just as I Am
- Leaning on Thee, My Guide, My Friend
- My God, Is Any Hour So Sweet
- My God, My Father, While I Stray
- My Only Savior, When I Feel
- Not Willingly Dost Thou Afflict
- Now Let Our Heavenly Plants and Flowers
- O Faint and Feeble Hearted
- O God, May I Look Up to Thee
- O Holy Savior, Friend Unseen
- Sabbath Day Has Reached Its Close, The
- There Is a Holy Sacrifice
- There Is a Spot of Consecrated Ground
- This Is Enough; Although ’Twere Sweet
- This Is the Day to Tune with Care
- This Is the Mount Where Christ’s Disciples See
- With Tearful Eyes I Look Around
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