Blessed Fount Of Heavenly Gladness

Blessed Fount of heav’nly gladness,
Jesus, Thine are all our pow’rs.
Thee in sickness, want, and sadness
To behold and serve is ours.

One another’s burdens bearing,
Bringing comfort in distress,
We Thy work, O Lord, are sharing,
Who didst come the poor to bless.

Where a child with love is tended,
Where the hungry are supplied,
Where the prisoner is befriended,
Thou art our Reward and Guide.

Send Thy love with fire from heaven,
Love that longs to help and bless;
Be it in the world a leaven
Unto peace and righteousness.