His knife in hand, good Abraham, His son with him so nice and calm. Just ere he dashed the boy to slay, His Lord a ram asked to convey. He felt so pleased and it he slew And his son to his chest he drew.
When Cain killed Abel, *** was cross For hatred and for that great loss. He took poor Abel by the hand, To dwell in heaven strong and glad.
When death got free to **** the throng, *** felt so sad and found that wrong. He took and still takes all the dead To live in heaven pleased and sound.
The Lord is *** of life and love. He wants His children to survive. When death attacks, He takes them all To live with Him in heart and soul.