1
My Maker and my King,
To Thee my all I owe;
Thy sovereign bounty is the
spring
Whence all my blessings
flow;
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.
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.
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 each desire
And all my days be Thine.
Let every word each desire
And all my days be Thine.
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