S. Poetry

Poetry Bible Treasury, 2nd Edition, Volume 1, November 1857 (1st. Edition, June [01 1856 018])

[01] Faith and Its Fruits.

Where’er the patriarch pitched his tent, He built an altar to His God; And sanctified, where’er he went, With faith and prayer, the ground he trod.

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.