1 My Maker and my King,
To thee my all I see;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
Whence all my blessings flow;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
Whence all my blessings flows.

2 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than I can give.

3 Lord, what can I impart
When all is thine before?
Thy love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas! how poor.

4 O! let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let every word and each desire
And all my days be thine.