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 our souls arrive in peace.