O God of Jacob, by whose hand

Verse 1

O God of Jacob, by whose hand Your people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage A wav’ring Israel led:

Verse 2

Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Your throne of grace. O God of Jacob, be the God Of their succeeding race.

Verse 3

Through each perplexing path of life Our wand’ring footsteps guide; Give us this day our daily bread, And shelter fit provide.

Verse 4

Oh, grant us Your protecting care Till all our wand’rings cease, That to those mansions kept for us We all may come in peace.