Fountain of being, source of good!
At whose almighty breath
The creature proves our bane or food
Dispensing life or death:
Thee we address with humble fear;
Vouchsafe Thy gifts to crown;
Father of all, Thy children hear,
And send a blessing down.
O, may our souls for ever pine
Thy grace to taste and see;
Athirst for righteousness divine,
And hungry after Thee!
For this we lift our longing eyes
We wait the gracious word:
Speak, and our hearts from earth shall rise,
And feed upon the Lord.