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
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
