Dig up the wells my father made
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Dig up the wells my father made; Call them by the same names. His portion was a life of faith; Mine, inheriting grace. |
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Stake out the camp within the dell; There we’ll find a springing well. Theirs is the claim that leads to strife; Mine, inheriting life. |
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Richer and great I grew to be; Such gave rise to enmity. Destined for joy, yet this I know, God will not let me go. |
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Though wells availed in all the land, Still I came to doubt my stand. Blessings divine can ne’er replace God’s appearing in grace. |
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I, in Beersheba, will remain, Build an altar, call His name, Draw from the well that flows so free By the tamarisk tree. |
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Dig up the wells my father made; Call them by the same names. His portion was a life of faith; Mine, inheriting grace. |
London, ON, Canada
This statement moves me every time I hear it:
Blessings divine can ne’er replace
God’s appearing in grace.
May the God of glory appear to us in His grace day by day! What a blessing that we, today, the many Isaac's are inheritors of the grace of God our Father!
How precious. Thank you Lord for making me a child of Abraham.
My portion: inheriting grace.