1 I'll praise my Maker with my Breath;
And when my Voice is lost in Death
Praise shall employ my nobler Pow'rs:
My Days of Praise shall ne'er be past,
While Life and Thought and Being last,
Or Immortality endures.
2 Why should I make a Man my Trust?
Princes must die, and turn to Dust:
Vain is the Help of Flesh and Blood:
Their Breath departs, their Pomp and Pow'r,
And Thoughts, all vanish in an Hour,
Nor can they make their Promise good.
3 Happy the Man whose Hopes rely
On Isr'el's GOD: He made the sky,
And Earth and Seas, with all their Train;
His Truth forever stands secure;
He saves th'Opprest, he feeds the Poor,
And none shall find his Promise vain.
4 The Lord hath Eyes to give the Blind;
The Lord supports the sinking Mind;
He sends the lab'ring Conscience Peace,
He helps the Stranger in Distress,
The Widow and the fatherless,
And grants the Pris'ner sweet Release.
5 He loves his Saints; he knows them well,
But turns the Wicked down to Hell:
Thy GOD, O Sion, ever reigns;
Let ev'ry Tongue, let ev'ry Age
In this exalted Work engage:
Praise him in everlasting Strains.
6 I'll praise him while he lends me Breath,
And when my Voice is lost in Death
Praise shall employ my nobler Pow'rs:
My Days of Praise shall ne'er be past,
While Life and Thought and Being last,
Or Immortality endures.
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First Line: | I'll praise my Maker with my Breath |
Title: | Praise to GOD for his Goodness and Truth |
Meter: | As the 113th Psalm |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflicted: and tempted, supported; God: goodness and mercy; God: goodness and truth(6 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |