My Maker and my King
1
My Maker and my King,
To thee my all I owe;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
Whence all my blessings flow.
2
The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than I can give.
3
Lord, what can I impart
When all is thine before?
Thy love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas! how poor.
4
O! let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let every word and each desire
And all my days be thine.