O God of Jacob, by Whose hand

O God of Jacob, by Whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led!

To Thee our humble vows we raise,
To Thee address our prayer;
And in Thy kind and faithful breast
Deposit all our care.

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 souls arrive in peace.

To Thee, as to our covenant God,
We’ll our whole selves resign;
And thankful, own that all we are
And all we have is Thine.
        Philip Doddridge, altered