Now Let My Faith Grow Strong And Rise


Now let my faith grow strong, and rise,
And view my Lord in all his love;
Look back to hear his dying cries,
Then mount and see his throne above.

See where he languished on the cross;
Beneath my sins he groaned and died;
See where he sits to plead my cause,
By his Almighty Father’s side.

If I behold his bleeding heart,
There love in floods of sorrow reigns,
He triumphs o’er the killing smart,
And buys my pleasure with his pains.

Or if I climb the eternal hills,
Where the dear Conqueror sits enthroned,
Still in his heart compassion dwells,
Near the memorials of his wound.

How shall a pardoned rebel show
How much I love my Savior God?
Lord here I banish every foe,
I hate the sins that cost thy blood.

I hold no more commerce with hell,
My dearest lusts shall all depart;
But let thine image ever dwell
Stamped as a seal upon my heart.

The Christian’s duty, exhibited in a series of hymns,