Fountain of light, and living breath,

Whose mercies never fail nor fade,

Fill me with life that hath no death,

Fill me with light that hath no shade;

Appoint the remnant of my days

To see thy power, and sing thy praise.

2 O Lord, our God, before whose throne

Stand storms and fire, O what shall we

Return to heaven, that is our own,

When all the world belongs to thee?

We have no offering to impart,

But praises, and a broken heart.

3 O thou who sittest in heaven and seest

My deeds without, my thoughts within,

Be thou my prince, be thou my priest—

Command my soul, and cure my sin:

How bitter my afflictions be,

I care not, so I rise to thee.

4 What I possess, or what I crave,

Brings no content, great God, to me,

If what I would, or what I have,

Be not possessed and blest in thee:

What I enjoy, O, make it mine,

In making me—that have it—thine.