Benjamin Beddome
God is the fountain whence
Ten thousand blessings flow;
To Him my life, my health, and friends,
And every good, I owe.
The comforts He affords
Are neither few nor small;
He is the source of fresh delights,
My portion and my all.
He fills my heart with joy,
My lips attunes for praise;
And to His glory I’ll devote
The remnant of my days.
God is the fountain whence
Ten thousand blessings flow;
To Him my life, my health, and friends,
And every good, I owe.
The comforts He affords
Are neither few nor small;
He is the source of fresh delights,
My portion and my all.
He fills my heart with joy,
My lips attunes for praise;
And to His glory I’ll devote
The remnant of my days.
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