1 O God of Jacob, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led!
2 To Thee our humble vows we raise,
To Thee address our prayer;
And in Thy kind and faithful breast
Deposit all our care.
3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us by day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
4 Oh, spread Thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our fathers' loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace!
5 To Thee, as to our covenant God,
We'll our whole selves resign;
And thankful own that all we are,
And all we have, is Thine.
|First Line:||O God of Jacob, by whose hand|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge (1735)|
|Topic:||Bread: Prayed for; Care; Providence(2 more...)|