O Fount of Good, for All Your Love

Verse 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?

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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