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.