1 God of our fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

3 O, spread Thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Fathers loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

4 To Thee, our Father and our God,
We our whole souls resign;
And thankful own, that all we are
And all we have is Thine.