Chapter XXIII: Appendix: (note, Page 118)

The God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthron’d above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
Jehovah—great I Am—
By earth and Heavens confest;
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever bless’d.

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 hath sworn!
I on His oath depend,
I shall, on eagle’s wings up-borne,
To Heaven ascend;
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore.

Tho’ nature’s strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand,
To Canaan’s bounds I urge my way
At His command:
The wat’ry 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 bless’d;
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 crown’d.

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 heights
His Kingdom still maintains;
And glorious with the 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,
Thro’ all their land:
The list’ning 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 Saviour’s face
The ransom’d nations bow;
O’erwhelmed at His Almighty grace,
Forever new:
He shows His prints of love—
They kindle—to a flame!
And sound through all the worlds above,
The slaughter’d 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 heavenly lays,
All might and majesty are Thine,
And endless praise.

Thomas Olivers, the author of the above hymn, lived to see the issue of at least thirty editions of it.

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