The god of Abram praise who reigns enthron'd above,
Ancient of everlasting days and god of love,
Jehovah, great "I am", by Earth and Heav’n confess'd.
	I bow and bless the sacred name forever bless'd.
The god of Abram 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 pow'r,
	And him my only portion make, my shield and tow'r.
The god of Abram praise, whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days, in all my ways.
He calls a foe his friend. He calls himself my god.
	And he shall save me to the end, thru Jesus’ blood.
He by himself hath sworn, I on his oath depend;
I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, skyward ascend.
I shall behold his face; I shall his pow'r adore
	And sing the wonders of his grace forevermore.
Though nature’s strength decay and evil hordes withstand,
To Canaan’s bounds I urge my way at his command.
The wat'ry deep I pass with Jesus in my view
	And through 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 Zion’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 lis'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 wast and is the same, and evermore shalt 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.
They feel afresh his love. They kindle to a flame
	And sound through all the world's wide bounds the slaughter'd lamb.
The whole triumphant host gives thanks to God on high.
"Hail father, son and holy ghost" they ever cry.
Hail, Abram’s god and mine! I join the blissful lays.
	All might and majesty are thine, and endless praise.