My Faith Looks Up To Thee

Well, this is embarrassing…

Sorry for the giant hiatus, I truly am. 🙏🙏🙈🙈

Life brought its giant frying pan straight at my face… Never saw it coming… But I finally found the motivation to go on. I’m grateful to God.

Picking up from where I left last time/month 😂😂😂😂😂. I’m bavk with a bang, ready to share my life, experiences and times and most importantly, how God fits into the picture. Most importantly, how He planned for all these to happen before time to make His name glorious ✌🙌

Tonight, I’ll share a hymn we used to sing back in high school, my final year to be more precise. Our headteacher (who, interestingly, was my mother 😱😱😱) gave us this hymn at the beginning of the school year and asked us to sing it at every assembly meeting. Back then, I  really did not see hymns as I do today: rich and full of scriptural truths, plus being musical works of art.  (Trust me ;););))

A friend of mine shared the history behind the hymn, and wow! I was so amazed at God’s working in all this. I pray that it will bless you as it has me. We tend to have an ideology (we millennials 😂😅) that hymns are drab, boring, slow songs that cannot quite be of impact to our lives.

Yet they are scripture, remember 2 Timothy 3:16, and hymns written in ancient times still speak to several Christians worldwide, and countless people have come to know Christ’s love and power in the words spoken.  Great example, Amazing Grace.

This hymn helps me remember to whom my faith relies on, and in Him I will never be disappointed. Strength where  I am weak, joy in my sadness, and grace in abundance when I lose hope and zeal. Hebrews 12:2 is the crowning verse for this hymn, that we look to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith and a source of hope when our strength is gone.

I pray that God speaks to you through the words of his hymn, and that you may come to know Him more,  day by day.

No more word mincing. Here goes….

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My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour 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.

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.

When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll;
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.


One day, in 1832, two men stood outside a store in Boston, Massachusetts. One was Lowell Mason, the other Ray Palmer.

Mason had just returned from Savannah, Georgia where, for the past 16 years, he had been a choir director and bank clerk. Three years later he would be awarded the first degree of Doctor of Music conferred by an American college and would go down in history as one of the all time great hymn-tune composers.

Even now he was one of the busiest men in Boston, directing three choirs and trying to persuade the local Board of Education to put music courses on the city schools curricula. He was also currently compiling material for his new book “Spiritual Songs for Social Worship.”

Palmer, just 24 years old, had recently worked in a shoe shop; but was a graduate of Yale University and in another three years was to be ordained to the Congregational ministry.

As the two men chatted on the street Mason tackled Palmer about the possibility of him writing some verses which he, Mason, could set to music for the new book. As it happened Ray Palmer had just the very thing and he pulled a notebook from his pocket.

For 10 years Ray Palmer had burned the candle at both ends, studying for the ministry and working for his keep at the same time. Often he had wondered how long he could go on. Indeed he had been on the point of giving up more than once.

One night, just to comfort himself when he felt down and out, he wrote a poem. No one else had yet seen it but now he opened the notebook and handed it to Lowell Mason.

Mason was immediately impressed and, borrowing a sheet of paper, copied down…


Three more equally moving and inspiring verses followed.

When he had finished Mason turned to Palmer and said, ‘Mr. Palmer, you may do many good things but posterity will remember you as the author of “My Faith Looks Up To Thee.” That same night, in 1832, Mason set Palmer’s first and greatest hymn to music.

Thus a bank clerk and a shoe salesman, who stopped for a chat in Boston, gave the world a hymn and Christians everywhere have been singing it ever since.

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.


Hebrews 12:2
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Be blessed. More posts to follow in time ✌


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