1. My God, my King, Thy praise I sing,
My heart is all Thine own;
My highest powers, my choicest hours,
I yield to Thee alone.
2. My voice awake, thy part to take;
My soul, the concert join;
Till all around shall catch the sound,
And mix their hymns with mine.
3. But man is weak Thy praise to speak;
Your God, ye angels, sing;
’Tis yours to see, more near than we,
The glories of our King.
4. His truth and grace fill time and space;
As large His honors be
Till all that live their homage give
And praise my God with me.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #4230
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|The Cyber Hymnal #4230||My God, My King, Thy Praise I Sing||My God, my King, Thy praise I sing||NATURE'S VOICE||Henry Lyte||CM||<cite>Poems Chiefly Religious</cite>, 1833 & 1845|