Lyrics
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.
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Song History & Meaning
Composer / Hymnodist: Anne Steele
Every breath we take and every blessing we enjoy flows directly from the gracious heart of our Creator and King. When we pause to recognize that our very life is sustained by His sovereign love, our hearts naturally overflow with gratitude. Though our highest praise could never fully match the weight of His goodness, He deeply delights in the humble worship of His children. Today, let us freely offer Him our lives, resting in the joyful truth that in Him we live, move, and exist.
📖 Related Scripture Passages:
- James 1:17: “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
- Psalm 103:2: “Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits.”
- Acts 17:28: “‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’”