O God of Bethel! by whose hand

thy people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage

hast all our fathers led:

Our vows, our prayers, we now present

before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers! be the God

of their succeeding race.

Through each perplexing path of life

our wand'ring footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

and raiment fit provide.

O spread thy cov'ring wings around,

till all our wand'rings cease,

And at our Father's loved abode

our souls arrive in peace.

Such blessings from thy gracious hand

our humble pray'rs implore;

And thou shalt be our chosen God,

and portion evermore.