O God of Beth­el, by whose hand
Thy peo­ple still are fed,
Who through this wea­ry pil­grim­age
Hast all our fa­thers led.

Our vows, our pray­ers, we now pre­sent
Before Thy throne of grace;
God of our fa­thers, be the God
Of their suc­ceed­ing race.

Through each per­plex­ing path of life
Our wan­der­ing foot­steps guide;
Give us each day our dai­ly bread,
And rai­ment fit pro­vide.

O spread Thy co­ver­ing wings around
Till all our wan­der­ings cease,
And at our Fa­ther’s loved ab­ode
Our souls ar­rive in peace.

Such bless­ings from Thy gra­cious hand
Our hum­ble pray­ers im­plore;
And Thou shalt be our chos­en God,
And por­tion ev­er­more.