O Source Divine, and Life of All

O source di­vine

and life of all

The fount of be­ing’s won­drous sea!

Thy depth would ev­ery heart ap­pall

That saw not love su­preme in Thee.

We shrink be­fore Thy vast ab­yss

Where worlds on worlds eter­nal brood:

We know Thee tru­ly but in this—

That Thou be­stow­est all our good.

And so

’mid bound­less time and space

O grant us still in Thee to dwell

And through the cease­less web to trace

Thy pre­sence work­ing all things well.

Nor let Thou life’s de­light­ful play

Thy truth’s trans­cend­ent vi­sion hide;

Nor strength and glad­ness lead as­tray

From Thee

our na­ture’s on­ly guide.

Bestow on ev­ery joy­ous thrill

Thy deep­er tones of rev­er­ent awe:

Make pure Thy child­ren’s err­ing will

And teach their hearts to love Thy law.