The fount of life, the light of all;
From ev'ry bliss that earth imparts
We turn, unfilled, to hear your call.
You plead with all to call on you;
To those who seek you, you are good;
To those who find you, life is new.
And long to feast upon you still;
We drink of you, the fountainhead;
Our thirsting souls from you we fill.
Where'er our changing lot is cast;
Glad when you smile on us you turn,
Blest, when by faith we hold you fast.
Make all our moments fair and bright!
Oh, chase the night of sin away!
Shed o'er the world your holy light.