My Maker and my King,
To you my all I owe;
Your sovereign bounty is the spring
Where all my blessings flow;
A creature of Your hand,
On You alone I live;
My God, Your benefits demand
More praise than I can give.
My God, Your benefits demand
More praise than I can give.
Pre-Chorus
What can I give
When all is Yours before?
Your love demands a thankful heart;
But my gift is so poor.
Chorus
O let Your grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let every word and each desire
And all my days be Yours.
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