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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.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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