1 O God of Bethel, by whose hand
thy people still are fed,
who through this weary 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.
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns and songs for refreshing worship #744a
|First Line:||O God of Bethel, by Whose hand|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge (1736)|
"For if, O Lord, Thou ours wilt be, We can give up the rest, Our souls possess'd alone of Thee, Are infinitely blest."[Rev. James Mearns, M.A.] --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)