1 O Fount of good, for all your love
Our true thanks should be paid.
What can we render, Lord, to you,
When you own all that's made?

2 But you have needy brothers here,
Partakers of your grace,
Whose names you will yourself confess
Before the Father's face.

3 In their sad accents of distress
Your pleading voice is heard;
You may in them be clothed and fed
And visited and cheered.

4 Then help us, Lord, your yoke to wear
And joyful do your will,
Each other's burdens gladly share,
The law of love fulfill.

5 Your face with rev'rence and with love
We in the poor would view,
And while we minister to them
Would do it as to you.