Text: | The Trial of Faith |
1 Saints, at your heav'nly Father's Word,
Give up your Comforts to the Lord;
He shall restore what you resign,
Or grant you Blessings more divine.
2 So Abra'm with obedient Hand,
Led forth his Son, at God's Command;
The Wood, the Fire, the Knife he took;
His Arm prepar'd the dreadful Stroke.
3 "Abra'm forbear,: the Angel cry'd,
Thy Faith is known, thy Love is try'd;
Thy Son shall live, and in thy Seed
Shall the whole Earth be bless'd indeed.
4 Just in the last distressing Hour,
The Lord displays deliv'ring Power;
The Mount of Danger is the Place,
Where we shall see surprising Grace.
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First Line: | Saints, at your heav'nly Father's Word |
Title: | The Trial of Faith |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |