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 succeeding 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 Father’s loved abode

Our souls arrive in peace.