Go from your land to a land that I will show;
And to all those who would bless you I will bless;
and to all those who would curse you, know that they will then be cursed; You’re the blessing of the families of the earth.

When we set out from Haran I was seventy five;
We left our homeland never to return.
And I journeyed toward the mountain, pitched my tent above the plain;
Built an altar and I called upon his name.

If I die in faith to realize
All God’s promises unsent,
My confession is I live the life
Of the altar and the tent.

In my journey we came to a place my tent had been;
Though the tent had moved the altar still remained.
With my brother’s son along the way a conflict did arise.
How can we as brothers live with any strife?

If you take the left, I’ll take the right;
Choice is not for what my life is meant.
My confession is I live the life
Of the altar and the tent.

Lift up your eyes, look from where you stand;
To the north and south and west and toward the east.
Rise up and walk throughout this land;
All it’s length and breadth I’ll give you and your seed.If I long for what I’ve left behind,
How could my heart be content?

Shame is not in those who live the life
Of the altar and the tent.

In my fullness of age, God gave me a son;
Twas the only heav’nly promise I received.
Yet the altar still awaited since one’s faith is never done
Only God supplies the boldness to believe.

If by faith I never compromise
Sage design and providence,
God my portion would sustain my life
Of the altar and the tent.

If I long for what I’ve left behind,
How could my heart be content?
Shame is not in those who live the life
Of the altar and the tent.

If you take the left, I’ll take the right;
Choice is not for what my life is meant.
My confession is I live the life
Of the altar and the tent.

Go from your land to a land that I will show.

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