Verse 1

O GOD of Bethel, by Whose hand Thy people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led.

Verse 2

Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race.

Verse 3

Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.

Verse 4

O spread Thy covering wings around Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father’s loved abode Our souls arrive in peace.

Verse 5

Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore; And Thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.

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