- 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?
- But you have needy brothers here,
Partakers of your grace,
Whose names you will yourself confess
Before the Father's face.
- In their sad accents of distress
Your pleading voice is heard;
You may in them be clothed and fed
And visited and cheered.
- Then help us, Lord, your yoke to wear
And gladly do your will,
Each other's daily burdens share,
The law of love fulfill.
- 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. Amen.