1 When Abram, full of sacred awe,
Before Jehovah stood,
And with a 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?
Great God, and shall a nation cry,
And plead with thee in vain?
4 Columbia guilty as she is,
Her numerous saints can boast,
And now their fervent prayers ascend
And can those prayers be lost?
5 Are not the righteous dear to thee,
Now as in ancient times?
Or does this sinful land exceed
Gomorrah in its crimes?
6 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.
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