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ABRAHAM.
Thou friend of God, the paragon of faith:Simply to trust, unanswering to obey,
This was thy strength; and happy sons are they,
Father! who follow thee through life and death,
Ready at His mysterious command
The heart's most choice affectionate hopes to slay,
With more than Martyr's suicidal hand;
Their sole sufficing cause,—Jehovah saith,—
Their only murmur'd prayer, His will be done:
Ev'n so, thy God-like spirit did not spare
Thy cherish'd own, thy promised only son,
Trusting that He, whose word was never vain,
Could raise to life the victim offer'd there,
And to the father give his child again.
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