The God of Abraham Praise

The God of Ab­ra­ham praise

Who reigns en­throned above;

Ancient of ev­er­last­ing days

And God of Love;

Jehovah

great I AM!

By earth and Heav’n con­fess­èd;

I bow and bless the sac­red name

Forever blessed.

The God of Ab­ra­ham praise

At whose su­preme com­mand

From earth I rise—and seek the joys

At His right hand;

I all on earth for­sake

Its wis­dom

fame

and pow­er;

And Him my on­ly por­tion make

My shield and tow­er.

The God of Ab­ra­ham praise

Whose all suf­fi­cient grace

Shall guide me all my hap­py days

In all my ways.

He calls a worm His friend

He calls Him­self my God!

And He shall save me to the end

Thro’ Je­sus’ blood.

He by Him­self has sworn;

I on His oath de­pend

I shall

on ea­gle wings up­borne

To Heav’n as­cend.

I shall be­hold His face;

I shall His pow­er adore

And sing the won­ders of His grace

Forevermore.

Tho’ na­ture’s strength de­cay

And earth and hell with­stand

To Ca­naan’s bounds I urge my way

At His com­mand.

The wa­tery deep I pass

With Je­sus in my view;

And thro’ the howl­ing wil­der­ness

My way pur­sue.

The good­ly land I see

With peace and plen­ty blessed;

A land of sac­red li­ber­ty

And end­less rest.

There milk and ho­ney flow

And oil and wine abound

And trees of life for­ev­er grow

With mer­cy crowned.

There dwells the Lord our king

The Lord our right­eous­ness

Triumphant o’er the world and sin

The Prince of peace;

On Si­on’s sac­red height

His king­dom still main­tains

And glo­ri­ous with His saints in light

Forever reigns.

He keeps His own se­cure

He guards them by His side

Arrays in gar­ments

white and pure

His spot­less bride:

With streams of sac­red bliss

With groves of liv­ing joys—

With all the fruits of para­dise

He still sup­plies.

Before the great Three-One

They all ex­ult­ing stand;

And tell the won­ders He hath done

Through all their land:

The list­en­ing spheres at­tend

And swell the grow­ing fame;

And sing

in songs which nev­er end

The wond­rous name.

The God who reigns on high

The great arch­an­gels sing

And Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly! cry

Almighty King!

Who was

and is

the same

And ev­er­more shall be:

Jehovah—Fa­ther—great I AM

We wor­ship Thee!

Before the Sav­ior’s face

The ran­somed na­tions bow;

O’erwhelmed at His al­migh­ty grace

Forever new:

He shows His prints of love—

They kin­dle to a flame!

And sound thro’ all the worlds ab­ove

The slaugh­tered Lamb.

The whole tri­umph­ant host

Give thanks to God on high;

Hail

Fa­ther

Son

and Ho­ly Ghost

They ev­er cry.

Hail

Ab­ra­ham’s God

and mine!

(I join the heav’n­ly lays)

All might and ma­jes­ty are Thine

And end­less praise.