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O God Of Bethel, By Whose Hand
Your People Still Are Fed;
Who Through This Earthly Pilgrimage
Have All Your Servants Led:
Our Vows, Our Prayers, We Now Present
Before Your Throne Of Grace.
God Of Past Ages, Be The God
Of Each Succeeding Race.
Through Each Perplexing Path Of Life
Our Wandering Footsteps Guide;
Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread,
And Shelter Fit Provide.
O Spread Your Covering Wings Around,
Till All Our Wanderings Cease,
And At Our God’s Beloved Abode
Our Souls Arrive In Peace.
Your People Still Are Fed;
Who Through This Earthly Pilgrimage
Have All Your Servants Led:
Our Vows, Our Prayers, We Now Present
Before Your Throne Of Grace.
God Of Past Ages, Be The God
Of Each Succeeding Race.
Through Each Perplexing Path Of Life
Our Wandering Footsteps Guide;
Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread,
And Shelter Fit Provide.
O Spread Your Covering Wings Around,
Till All Our Wanderings Cease,
And At Our God’s Beloved Abode
Our Souls Arrive In Peace.
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