IV. JACOB'S Vow.

O GOD of Jacob, by whose Hand
Thine Israel still is fed,
Who thro' 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
Deposite all our Care.

If thou thro' each perplexing Path
Wilt be our constant Guide;
If thou wilt daily Bread supply,
And Raiment wilt provide;

If thou wilt spread thy Shield around,
Till these our Wand'rings cease,
And at our Father's lov'd Abode
Our Souls arrive in Peace;

To thee, as to our Covenant-GOD,
We'll our whole selves resign;
And count that not our Tenth alone,
But all we have is thine.