(Frances Jane Val Alsytyne)
"Many years later she was to tell a group of mission workers:
I believe that the greatest blessing to Creator ever bestowed on me was when he permitted my external vision to be closed. He consecrated me for the work for which He created me. I have never known what it is to see, and therefore I cannot realise my personal loss. But I have had the most remarkable dreams, I have seen the prettiest eyes, the most beautiful faces, the most remarkable landscapes. The loss of sight has been no loss to me....
'Sightless, I see, and seeing, find soul-vision, though my eyes are blind.'...
...In about 1859 in the words of Fanny, 'God gave us a tender babe'. Tragically the baby died shortly after birth. 'The angels came down and took our infant up to God and His throne.' This was all Fanny would say about what must have been the greatest pain in her life. She rarely spoke about the even except in short, hesitant sentences which faded into silence...
...One the evening of the 11th February 1915 Fanny dictated to her secretary, Eva Cleveland, a letter of consolation to a neighbour who had just lost a young child.
She then spoke her final works:
In the morn of Zion's glory,
When the clouds have rolled away,
And my hope has dropped its anchor
In the vale of perfect day,
When with all the pure and holy
I shall strike my harp anew,
With a power no arm can sever,
Love will hold me fast and true."
(from "The Hymn Makers")
Fanny Crosby - 1872, at the age of 52.From https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=116035295145132&set=a.116034695145192.26487.116034668478528&type=1&theater
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