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.