First Line: O God of Bethel ! by whose hand,

O God of Bethel ! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed,
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led :

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

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

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

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