Great Source of un­ex­haust­ed good,
Who giv­est us health and friends and food
And peace and calm con­tent;
Like frag­rant in­cense, to the skies,
Let songs of grate­ful prais­es rise
For all Thy bless­ings lent.

Through all the dang­ers of the day,
Thy pro­vi­dence at­tends our way,
To guard us and to guide;
Thy grace di­rects our wan­der­ing will,
And warns us, lest se­duc­ing ill
Allure our souls aside.

To Thee our lives, our all, we owe,
Our peace and sweet­est joys be­low,
And bright­est hopes above;
Then let our lives, and all that’s ours,
Our souls, and all our ac­tive pow­ers,
Be sac­red to Thy love.