Great Source of Life, Our Souls Confess

Great source of life

our souls con­fess

The va­ri­ous rich­es of Thy grace;

Crowned with Thy mer­cy we re­joice

And in Thy praise ex­alt our voice.

By Thee Heav’n’s shin­ing arch was spread;

By Thee were earth’s foun­da­tions laid

And all the charms of men’s ab­ode

Proclaim the wise

the gra­cious God.

Thy ten­der hand re­stores our breath

When trem­bling on the verge of death;

Gently it wipes away our tears

And length­ens life to fu­ture years.

These lives are sac­red to the Lord;

Kindled by Him

by Him re­stored;

And while our hours re­new their race

Still would we walk be­fore His face.

So when by Him our souls are led

Thro’ un­known re­gions of the dead

With joy tri­umph­ant shall they move

To seats of nob­ler life above.