Dig up the wells my father made

Dig up the wells my father made;

Call them by the same names.

His portion was a life of faith;

Mine

inheriting grace.

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.

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.

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.

I

in Beersheba

will remain

Build an altar

call His name

Draw from the well that flows so free

By the tamarisk tree.

Dig up the wells my father made;

Call them by the same names.

His portion was a life of faith;

Mine

inheriting grace.