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.

2 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.

3 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!