My Maker and my King
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My Maker and my King,To thee my all I owe;Thy sovereign bounty is the springWhence all my blessings flow.
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The creature of thy hand,On thee alone I live;My God, thy benefits demandMore praise than I can give.
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Lord, what can I impartWhen all is thine before?Thy love demands a thankful heart;The gift, alas! how poor.
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O! let thy grace inspireMy soul with strength divine;Let every word and each desireAnd all my days be thine.