Text: | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath |
Author: | Watts |
1 I'll praise my Maker while I've 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 forever stands secure;
He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind,
The Lord supports the fainting mind,
He send the laboring 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 lends 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 | |
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First Line: | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | L. P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | General Praise; Great is the Lord |