O GOD of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who through this weary...
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O GOD of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led:
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Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race!
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Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
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O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace!
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Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore; And thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.