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 its 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