Oh Abraham, Abraham
Prince of the land.
Pitch Thy tent even in Hebron
And build your Altar to God
In the presence of your enemy
This is where you shall stand.
To bear witness of the great I Am.
And wherever you trod
From Shechem to Bethel
Even to the Great tree of Mamre.
Here you shall follow Gods direction.
In Beersheba plant the Tamarisk tree
And pitch thy tent and build your Altar.
So all men in the land
Would truly see.
That God keeps his covenant with thee.
Oh Abraham, Abraham
Sojourner of the land.
As thy tent is your tabernacle
And thy Faith your strength
So shall you walk with God
And wherever you trod
From Shechem to Bethel
To the Great tree of Mamre.
Even Beersheba and the Tamarisk tree
Then sadly to the Altar at Moriah
Your only son to Sacrifice
But not all is lost
For God provides the Lamb.
His only son to die in our place
This is bittersweet victory
It is Gods plan
And it had to be
So all men in the world
Would truly see.
That God keeps His covenant with thee.
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