Where'er the Patriarch pitched his tent

Verse 1

Where'er the Patriarch pitch'd his tent, He built an altar to his God, And sanctified, where'er he went, With faith and prayer, the ground he trod.

Verse 2

Through all the East, for riches famed, Heaven's gifts, he set his heart on none; Nor, when the dearest was reclaim'd, Withheld his son, his only son.

Verse 3

Wherefore, in blessing, he was blest; Friendless, the friend of God became; Long-wandering, every where found rest; Long child-less, nations bear his name.

Verse 4

Nor nations born of blood alone, The father of the faithful he; Where'er his promised seed is known, Faith's heirs are his posterity.

Verse 5

My God, what Thou hast made my home, Let me Thy sanctuary make; My God, if call'd by Thee to roam, Glad may I all for Thee forsake.

Verse 6

Thy law, Thy Love, be my delight, Whate'er I do, or think, or am, Walking by faith, and not by sight, Like a true child of Abraham.