When Father Abraham went out, Not knowing where he went, He trusted God to keep his word, And therein was content. How wonderful the promise was! Said God: Look up and see: As many as the stars of heaven Shall your descendants be. Said Abraham: I have no son! Look down, said God, and see: As many as these grains of sand Shall your descendants be. What joy when Sarah had a son! What grief it was to slay The little lad at God's command, How bitter to obey! But as he raised the ruthless knife, Said God to Abraham: Because you trusted me in this, Behold, here is a lamb! Now God fulfills his hidden plan: A child of Jesse's stem, The Lamb who died for all of us, Is born in Bethlehem.