1 O Fount of good, to own thy love
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to thee,
When all the worlds are thine?

2 But thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of thy grace,
Whose names thou wilt thyself confess
Before the Father's face.

3 In each sad accent of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard;
In them thou mayest be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered.

4 Help us then, Lord, thy yoke to wear,
And joy to do thy will;
Each other's burdens gladly bear,
The law of love fulfill.

5 Thy face with reverence and with love
We in thy poor would see;
And while we minister to them,
Would do it as to thee.