We try to suck satisfaction from a broken cistern

We try to enter our home thru a broken gate

Never seeking the face of the fountain of grace

While desiring a drink that will your thirst satiate.

All to him I owe, all to him I owe

All I am and all I know- all to him I owe.

Our priviledge bridges duty and pleasure

His grace has afforded us priceless treasure

For God is most glorified

When in Him we're most satisfied,

Dead men do not negotiate,

Death's darkness could not be dispelled

When he broke into the grave with grace

He robbed the tomb of all it held

All to him I owe, all to him I owe

All I am and all I know- all to him I owe.