Songs 2

¹O God of Bethel! by whose hand

thy people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage

hast all our fathers led:

²Our vows, our pray’rs, we now present

before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers! be the God

of their succeeding race.

³Through each perplexing path of life

our wand’ring footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

and raiment fit provide.

⁴O spread thy cov’ring wings around,

till all our wand’rings cease,

And at our Father’s lov’d abode

our souls arrive in peace.

⁵Such blessings from thy gracious hand

our humble pray’rs implore;

And thou shalt be our chosen God,

and portion evermore.