To you my all I owe;
Your constant goodness is the spring
From which my blessings flow.
The creature of your hand,
On you alone I live;
Your countless benefits demand
More praise than I can give.
O let your grace inspire
My soul with strength and praise;
Let all my powers to you aspire,
And bless you all my days.
(a hymn by Anne Steele, slightly updated; photo via pixabay.com)
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