My faith looks up to thee, My faith so small, so slow

My faith looks up to thee, My faith so small, so slow

Author: Bramwell Booth
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MY faith looks up to thee,
My faith so small, so slow;
It lifts its drooping eyes to thee,
And claims the blessing now.
Thy wondrous gift, O Lord,
By faith it sees afar,
Thy perfect love it claims to share;
It doth not, cannot fear.

2 My faith takes hold of thee,
My faith so weak, so faint;
It lifts its trembling hands to thee,
Trembling, but violent.
The Kingdom of thy love,
E’en now, it takes by force,
And waits till thou, its last resource,
Shall seal and sanctify.

3 My faith holds fast on thee,
My faith still small, but sure;
Its anchor holds alone to thee,
Whose presence keeps me pure.
And thou, all conquering Lord,
Always to see and hear,
By night, by day, art ever near,
Art ever near to me.


Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #742

Author: Bramwell Booth

Bramwell Booth, CH (8 March 1856 – 16 June 1929) was the first Chief of Staff (1881–1912) and the second General of The Salvation Army (1912–1929), succeeding his father, William Booth. See also in: Wikipedia  Go to person page >

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First Line: My faith looks up to thee, My faith so small, so slow
Author: Bramwell Booth
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Copyright: This text may still be under copyright because it was published in 1986.

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The Song Book of the Salvation Army #742

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