1  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!

 2  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!

 3  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!

 4  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!