Of Him whence grace and truth did spring

Of Him whence grace and truth did spring,
We’re at the fountain drinking;
This Christ we’ll ever praise and sing,
Here in the church, His home!

Ask but His grace, and lo, ’tis giv’n,
We’re at the fountain drinking;
Seek but Himself, the heaven of heaven,
And find Him here at home!

Though Satan fights with all his power,
We’re at the fountain drinking;
He’ll not prevail, not one short hour,
Against the church, our home!

Athirst we to this spring do fly,
We’re at the fountain drinking;
Drink deep, this well will not run dry!
It’s in the church, our home!