1 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 past ages, be the God
Of each 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 O spread Thy covering wings around
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our God's beloved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
