1
Dig up the wells my father made;
Call them by the same names.
His portion was a life of faith;
Mine, inheriting grace.
Call them by the same names.
His portion was a life of faith;
Mine, inheriting grace.
2
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.
There we’ll find a springing well.
Theirs is the claim that leads to strife;
Mine, inheriting life.
3
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.
Such gave rise to enmity.
Destined for joy, yet this I know,
God will not let me go.
4
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.
Still I came to doubt my stand.
Blessings divine can ne’er replace
God’s appearing in grace.
5
I, in Beersheba, will remain,
Build an altar, call His name,
Draw from the well that flows so free
By the tamarisk tree.
Build an altar, call His name,
Draw from the well that flows so free
By the tamarisk tree.
6
Dig up the wells my father made;
Call them by the same names.
His portion was a life of faith;
Mine, inheriting grace.
Call them by the same names.
His portion was a life of faith;
Mine, inheriting grace.