My Maker and My King

1My Maker and my King,
To Thee I lift mine eyes;
O let me ne'er to folly turn,
Nor from Thy precepts stray.

2Make me to walk in Thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head or heart or hands
Offend against my God.

3How shall a young man cleanse his way?
By walking in Thy word;
Thy commandments and Thy fear
Shall keep my conscience pure.

4When nature sinks in death,
When speech can be no more,
Then in my last expiring breath
My soul shall trust Thy power.