Dig up the wells my father made

NS851
1
Dig up the wells my father made;
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.
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.
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.
5
I, in Beersheba, will remain,
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.
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Abel

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!


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How precious. Thank you Lord for making me a child of Abraham.

My portion: inheriting grace.