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.