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.