Sunday Hymn: The God of Abraham Praise

Sunday, June 29, 2025 at 8:09AM
rebecca in Sunday's hymn

 

 

 

 

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 con­fessed;
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.

—Da­ni­el ben Ju­dah, cir­ca 1400

Article originally appeared on Rebecca Writes (http://rebecca-writes.com/).