When Abra’m, Full of Sacred Awe

When Ab­ra’m

full of sac­red awe

Before Je­ho­vah stood

And with a hum­ble

fer­vent pray­er

For guil­ty So­dom sued—

With what suc­cess

what won­drous grace

Was his pe­ti­tion crowned!

The Lord would spare

if in the place

Ten right­eous men were found.

And could a single pi­ous soul

So rich a boon ob­tain?

Great God

and shall a na­tion cry

And plead with Thee in vain?

Are not the right­eous dear to Thee

Now

as in an­cient times?

Or does this sin­ful land ex­ceed

Gomorrah in her crimes?

Still we are Thine; we bear Thy name;

Here yet is Thine ab­ode;

Long has Thy pre­sence blessed our land—

Forsake us not

O God.

And could a single pi­ous soul

So rich a boon ob­tain?

Great God

and shall a na­tion cry

And plead with Thee in vain?

Are not the right­eous dear to Thee

Now

as in an­cient times?

Or does this sin­ful land ex­ceed

Gomorrah in her crimes?

Still we are Thine; we bear Thy name;

Here yet is Thine ab­ode;

Long has Thy pre­sence blessed our land—

Forsake us not

O God.