Isaac Watts · 642 of 724

Hymn 134

The promise was divinely free, Extensive was the grace; "I will the God of Abram be, And of his num'rous race.

He said; and with a bloody seal Confirmed the words he spoke; Long did the sons of Abram feel The sharp and painful yoke.

Till God's own Son, descending low, Gave his own flesh to bleed; And Gentiles taste the blessing now, From the hard bondage freed.

The God of Abram claims our praise, His promises endure; And Christ, the Lord, in gentler ways, Makes the salvation sure.