My faith looks up to thee

The words below from this popular hymn resonated with me. Timeless and true, see the full hymn here.

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!

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.

~ "My Faith Looks Up To Thee", written by Ray Palmer, 1830.

May our faith keep trusting in God's sovereign grace. Amen

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