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.
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 every word and each desire And all my days be Thine. Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine.
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