A Collection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#IX

IX. I'll praise my Maker while I've Breath

1 I'll praise my Maker with my Breath;
And when my Voice is lost in Death
Praise shall employ my nobler Powers.
My Days of Praise shall ne'er be past,
While Life and Thought and Being last,
Or Immortality endures.

2 Happy the Man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the Sky,
And Earth and Seas with all their Train;
His Truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' Opprest; he feeds the Poor,
And none shall find his Promise vain.

3 The Lord pours Eye-sight on the Blind;
The Lord supports the fainting Mind;
He sends the Labouring Conscience Peace,
He helps the Stranger in distress,
The Widow and the Fatherless,
And grants the Prisoner sweet Release.

4 I'll praise him while he lend's me Breath
And when my Voice is lost in Death
Praise shall employ my nobler Powers:
My Days of Praise shall ne'er be past,
While Life and Thought and Being last,
Or Immortality endures.

Text Information

• First Line: I'll praise my Maker while I've Breath
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1737
• Scripture:
  Psalm 146
• Topic: For Sunday
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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