My God, My King, Thy Praise I Sing

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.

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.

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.

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.