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.
My God, My King, Thy Praise I Sing
Henry Francis Lyte
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Poem topics: alone, heart, space, time, truth, voice, soul, weak, speak, live, large, sound, thine, king, god, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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