Fountain Of Good, To Own Thy Love

Fountain of good, to own Thy love,

Our thankful hearts incline;

What can we render, Lord, to Thee,

When all the worlds are Thine?

But Thou hast needy brethren here,

Partakers of Thy grace,

Whose names Thou wilt Thyself confess

Before the Father's face.

And in their accents of distress

Thy pleading voice is heard;

In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed

And visited and cheered.

Thy face with rev'rence and with love

We in Thy poor would see;

O may we minister to them,

And in them, Lord, to Thee.