Poetry

Through all the east for riches famed,

(Heaven's gifts) he set his heart on none;

Nor when the dearest was reclaimed,

Withheld his son, his only son.

Wherefore in blessing he was blest;

Friendless, the friend of God became;

Long wandering, everywhere found rest;

Long childless, nations bear his name.

Nor nations born of blood alone;

The father of the faithful he,

Where'er his promised seed is known,

Faith's heirs are his posterity.

My God, if called like him to roam,

Glad may I all for thee forsake;

My God, what thou hast made my home,

Let me thy sanctuary make.

Thy law, thy love, be my delight,

Whate'er I do, or think, or am,

Walking by faith, and not by sight,

Like a true child of Abraham.

James Montgomery.