God is the fountain whence

Ten thousand blessings flow;

To him my life, my health, and friends,

And every good, I owe.

2 The comforts he affords

Are neither few nor small;

He is the source of fresh delights,

My portion and my all.

3 He fills my heart with joy,

My lips attunes for praise;

And to his glory I’ll devote

The remnant of my days.