Words: , Po­ems Chief­ly Re­li­gious, 1833 & 1845.

Music: Na­ture’s Voice, , in The Prim­i­tive Meth­od­ist Hymn­al, ed­it­ed by George Booth (Lon­don: Prim­i­tive Meth­od­ist Pub­lish­ing House, 1889), page 41. Al­ter­nate tune:

  • Marlow, , Book of Psalm­o­dy, 1718

My God, my King, Thy praise I sing,
My heart is all Thine own;
My highest powers, my choicest hours,
I yield to Thee alone.

My voice awake, thy part to take;
My soul, the concert join;
Till all around shall catch the sound,
And mix their hymns with mine.

But man is weak Thy praise to speak;
Your God, ye angels, sing;
’Tis yours to see, more near than we,
The glories of our King.

His truth and grace fill time and space;
As large His honors be
Till all that live their homage give
And praise my God with me.