When Abra’m, full of sacred awe, Before Jehovah stood, And with a humble, fervent prayer, For guilty Sodom sued— With what success, what wondrous grace, Was his petition crowned! The Lord would spare, if in the place Ten righteous men were found. And could a single pious soul So rich a boon obtain? Great God, and shall a nation cry, And plead with Thee in vain? Are not the righteous dear to Thee Now, as in ancient times? Or does this sinful land exceed Gomorrah in her crimes? Still we are Thine; we bear Thy name; Here yet is Thine abode; Long has Thy presence blessed our land— Forsake us not, O God.