Thou fount of life, Thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee Thou art good,
To them that find Thee all in all.
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.
Wherever our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blessed when our faith can hold Thee fast.
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed over the world Thy holy light.