O God of Bethel

O God of Bethel, by whose hand
thy people still are fed,
who through this weary pilgrimage
has all our forebears led.

Our vows, our prayers, we now present
before thy throne of grace;
God of our forebears, be the God
of their succeeding race.

Through each mysterious path of life
be thou our constant guide;
give us each day our daily bread,
and raiment fit provide.

O spread thy cov'ring wings around
till all our wanderings cease,
and at our Father's loved abode
our souls arrive in peace.