Charlotte
Elliott
Born:
March 18, 1789, Clapham, Surrey, England.
Died:
September 22, 1871, Brighton, East Sussex, England.
Buried:
St. Andrew’s Church, Hove, Sussex, England.
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 Henry A. C. 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
- Christian! Seek Not
Yet Repose
- Clouds and Darkness
Round About Thee
- Dawn Approaches,
Golden Streaks, The
- 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 and 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
- O How I Long to
Reach My Home
- O Thou, the Contrite
Sinner's Friend
- 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