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!