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.