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[Hymn 174]

Faith Looks To Thee

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 ev'ry 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, heav'nly dove,
Fear and distress remove;
Bear me on wings of love,
A ransomed soul.