Fountain of Good, to Own Thy Love

Fountain of good

to own Thy love

Our thank­ful hearts in­cline;

What can we ren­der

Lord

to Thee

When all the worlds are Thine?

But Thou hast needy breth­ren here

Partakers of Thy grace

Whose names Thou wilt Thy­self con­fess

Before the Fa­ther’s face.

And in their accents of dis­tress

Thy plead­ing voice is heard;

In them Thou may’st be clothed and fed

And vis­it­ed and cheered.

Thy face with rev­er­ence and with love

We in Thy poor would see;

O may we min­is­ter to them

And in them

Lord

to Thee.