1 Fountain 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 confess
Before the Father's face.

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

4 Thy face with reverence and with love
We in Thy poor would see;
And while we minister to them,
We do it, Lord, to Thee.