WORDS BY:
Ray Palmer
MUSIC BY:
Lowell Mason
HYMN HISTORY – Mrs. Layyah Barakat, a native
of Syria, was educated in Beirut and then taught for a time in Egypt. Driven
out in 1882 by the insurrection of Arabi Pasha, she, with her husband and
child, came to America by way of Malta and Marseilles. Her history is a
strange illustration of God’s providential care, as they were without
any direction or friends in Philadelphia when they landed. But the Lord
took them into His own keeping, and brought them to those who had known of her
in Syria. While in this country she frequently addressed large audiences,
to whom her deep earnestness and broken but piquant English proved unusually
attractive. Among other incidents she related that she had been permitted
to see the conversion of her whole family, who were Maronites of Mount Lebanon.
Her mother, sixty-two years of age, had been taught ‘My Faith Looks Up to
Thee’ in Arabic. They would sit on the house roof and repeat it together;
and when the news came back to Syria that the daughter was safe in America,
the mother could send her no better proof of her faith and love than in the
beautiful words of this hymn, assuring her that her faith still looked up
to Christ.
BIBLE VERSE: Ephesians
3:12 – “Through faith in Him we may
approach God with freedom and confidence.”
HYMN LYRICS:
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine!
Now hear me while I pray, take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day be wholly Thine!
Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine!
Now hear me while I pray, take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day be wholly Thine!
May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart, my zeal inspire!
As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee,
Pure warm, and changeless be, a living fire!
Strength to my fainting heart, my zeal inspire!
As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee,
Pure warm, and changeless be, a living fire!
While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.
And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.
When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold sullen stream over me roll;
Blest Savior, then in love, fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul!
When death’s cold sullen stream over me roll;
Blest Savior, then in love, fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul!
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