1 When Abra'm, full of sacred awe,
Before Jehovah stood,
And, with an humble fervent prayer,
For guilty Sodom sued;

2 With what success, what wondrous grace,
Was his petitions crown'd!
The LORD would spare, if in the place
Ten righteous men were found.

3 And could a single, holy Soul,
So rich a boon obtain?
Good God, and shall a nation cry,
And plead with thee in vain?

4 Are not the righteous dear to thee,
Now as in ancient times?
Or does this sinful land exceed,
Gomorrah in its crimes?

5 Still are we thine, we bear thy name,
Here yet is thine abode;
Long has thy presence bless'd our land,
Forsake us not, O GOD.