O God of mercy, by whose hand

Your people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage

Have all our fathers led:

Our vows, our prayers, we now present

Before Your throne of grace;

God of our fathers, be the God

of each succeeding race.

Through each perplexing path of life

Our wand’ring footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

Your care for us provide.

O spread your shelt’ring wings around,

Till all our wand’rings cease,

And at our Father’s loved abode

Our souls arrive in Peace!

Such blessings from your gracious hand

Our humble prayers implore;

And you shall be our chosen God

And portion evermore.