My Maker and My King

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.

Thou ev­er good

and kind

A thou­sand rea­sons move

A thou­sand ob­li­ga­tions bind

My heart to grate­ful love.

A thou­sand ob­li­ga­tions bind

My heart to grate­ful love.

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.

Oh! 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!

Shall I with­hold Thy due?

And shall my pass­ions rove?

Lord

form this wretch­ed heart anew

And fill it with Thy love.

Lord

form this wretch­ed heart anew

And fill it with Thy love.

O let Thy grace in­spire

My soul with strength di­vine;

Let all my pow­ers to Thee as­pire

And all my days be Thine.

Let all my pow­ers to Thee as­pire

And all my days be Thine.