Verse 1
Grace, the fountain of all good,
Ye happy saints, receive,
With the streams of peace o’erflow’d
With all that God can give;
He who is, and was, in peace
And grace, and plenitude of power,
Comes your favour’d souls to bless,
And never leave you more!
Verse 2
Let the Spirit before his throne
Mysterious one and seven,
In his various gifts sent down,
Be to the churches given;
Let the pure seraphic joy
From Jesus Christ the just descend,
Holiness without alloy,
And bliss which ne’er shall end.