We live by faith, not by sight.@2 Corinthians 5:7
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Ray Palmer (1808–1887)

Ray Palmer, 1830. Palmer wrote these lyrics upon receiving a vision of Christ shortly after his graduation from Yale University, while working as a tutor at a New York school. However, he kept them to himself until meeting Low­ell Mason on a street in Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts. When Mason asked him to write something for a new hymnal, Palmer dug out his old notes and produced these lyrics, written two years earlier. After taking the lyrics home and reading them, Ma­son composed this tune. Several days later he saw Pal­mer again and said, You may live many years and do many good things, but I think you will be best known to posterity as the author of My Faith Looks Up to Thee.

Ol­iv­et (Ma­son) Low­ell Ma­son, 1830 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lowell Mason (1792–1872)

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.

Sutherland, pp. 77–79

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Layyah Barakat

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!

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 Savior, then in love, fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul!