O God Of Abram By Whose Hand
O God of Abram, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed,
Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our father led;–
Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.
Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
Oh, spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father’s loved abode
Our feet arrive in peace.
Now, with the humble voice of prayer,
Thy mercy we’ll implore;
Then, with the grateful voice of praise,
Thy goodness we’ll adore.