1 O God! who knowest how frail we are,
How soon the thought of good departs;
We pray that Thou wouldst feed the fount
Of holy yearning in our hearts.
2 Let not the choking cares of earth
The precious springs of life o'ergrow;
But, ever guarded by Thy love,
Still purer may their waters flow.
3 To Thee, with sweeter hope and trust,
Be every day our spirits given;
And may we, while we walk on earth,
Walk more as citizens of heaven.