Eternal Source of joys divine,
To Thee my soul aspires;
O could I say, ďThe Lord is mine,"
íTis all my soul desires.
My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord,
Assure me of Thy love;
O speak the kind, transporting word,
And bid my fears remove.
Then shall my thankfulness rejoice,
And triumph in my God,
Till heavínly rapture tune my voice,
To spread Thy praise abroad.