Great source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of Thy grace;
Crowned with Thy mercy we rejoice,
And in Thy praise exalt our voice.

By Thee Heav’n’s shining arch was spread;
By Thee were earth’s foundations laid,
And all the charms of men’s abode
Proclaim the wise, the gracious God.

Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death;
Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.

These lives are sacred to the Lord;
Kindled by Him, by Him restored;
And while our hours renew their race,
Still would we walk before His face.

So when by Him our souls are led
Thro’ unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant shall they move
To seats of nobler life above.