Saints, At Your Heav'nly Father's Word

Verse 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.

Verse 2

So Abram with obedient hand Led forth his son at God's command; The wood, the fire, the kiufe, he took, His arm prepared the dreadful stroke.

Verse 3

"Abram, forbear!" the angel cried, Thy faith is known, thy love is tried Thy son shall live, and in thy seed Shall the whole earth be blest indeed."

Verse 4

Just in the last distressing hour Tie Lord displays deliv'ring power; The mount of dauger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace.