My Maker And My King Hymn Story and Lyrics

My Maker and My King Lyrics

TEXT: Anne Steele
MUSIC: Brian Moss

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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Who Wrote My Maker and My King Hymn?

Anne Steele is the author of this hymn. She was born in 1717 at Broughton, Hampshire, England. She was the daughter of a Baptist minister.

For almost one hundred years after her death, she was the woman with most hymns in the hymnal of the United Kingdom and the United States.

Even at an early age, she showed glimpses of her taste for literature, composing poetry for her friends’ entertainment.

However, it took a long time before she could publish anything as she did not want any publicity. Her first publication was in 1760.

The poems appeared under the title of “Poems on Subjects chiefly Devotional”, by Theodosia.

Because of her use of the pseudonym, Theodosia, for some years few people associated her with most of her songs.

She remained single all her life. She liked her quiet life although some of it was caused by an accident in her youth that rendered her almost invalid.

It was in these quiet hours that she was able to write many of her poems.

I like the following quote from her about her quiet life.

“I enjoy a calm evening on the terrace walk, and I wish, though in vain, for numbers sweet as the lovely prospect, and gentle as the vernal breeze, to describe the beauties of charming spring; but the reflection how soon these blooming pleasures will vanish, spreads a melancholy gloom, till the mind rises by a delightful transition to the celestial Eden—the scenes of undecaying pleasure and immutable perfection.”

My maker and my king is her expression of praise to her Maker and a heart of thankfulness for all the blessings of life.

She died in her native village, on 11 November 1778, at the age of 62, and her body was buried at Broughton Church cemetery.

My Maker and My King Video

Below is a video of a choir singing this song by the Fountain view Academy.

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