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 covering 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 prayers implore And Thou shalt be our chosen God And portion evermore