1 O God of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee,
'Tis in Thy sov'reign favor
All blessedness we se;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.

2 As Thine Thou didst foreknow us
From all eternity;
Thy chosen, loved ones ever
Kept present to Thine eye;
And when was come the moment,
Thou, calling by Thy grace,
Didst gently, firmly draw us
Earch from his hiding-place.

3 Thy Word, Thyself reflecting,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy children
With gentle heavenly growth.
Thus still the work proceedeth--
The work begun by grace,
For each is meet, and training,
Father, to se Thy face.