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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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London, United Kingdom
Thank you for pur portion of grace dear Lord. May we no longer strive but simply enjoy You as 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.