God is the fount­ain whence
[orig­in­al­ly, Love is the fount­ain whence]
Ten thou­sand bless­ings flow;
To Him my life, my health, and friends,
And ev­ery good, I owe.

The com­forts He af­fords
Are nei­ther few nor small;
He is the source of fresh de­lights,
My por­tion and my all.

He fills my heart with joy,
My lips at­tunes for praise;
And to His glo­ry I’ll de­vote
The rem­nant of my days.