|O GOD of Bethel, by Whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this earthly 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.
|5||Such blessings from Thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God
And portion evermore.
|Philip Doddridge, 1702-51,
Scottish Revision, 1781