1 Saints, at your Father's heavenly word Give up your comforts to the Lord; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine.
2 So Abraham 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 "Abraham, 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 delivering power; The mount of danger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace.