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 our fathers, be the God
Of their 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 Father’s loved abode
We find at last Thy peace.
© This hymn is copyright protected.
Opening hymn.
Please wait ...
