1 My Maker, and my King!
To thee my all I owe;
Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring,
From whence my blessings flow.
2 Thou ever good and kind!
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of Thy hand,
On thee alone I live.
My God! thy benefits demand
More praise than tongue can give.
4 O what can I impart
When all was thine before?
Thy love demands a thankful heart:
The gift, alas! how poor!
5 Shall I withhold thy due?
And shall my passions rove?
Lord, make me to thy service true,
And fill me with thy love.
6. O let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire;
And all my days be thine.
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First Line: | My Maker and my King! |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Praise and Thanksgiving |