My Maker And My King

My Maker and my King,
To thee my all I owe;
Thy sov’reign bounty is the spring,
Whence all my blessing flow;
Thy sov’reign bounty is the spring,
Whence all my blessing flow.

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.

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.

O! Let thy grace inspire,
My soul with strength divine;
Let ev’ry word and each desire,
And all my days be thine;
Let ev’ry word and each desire,
And all my days be thine.