Hymns, no. 254
I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

1. I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my noblest pow’rs. My days of praise shall ne’er be past While life and thought and being last, 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 sea, with all their train. His truth forever stands secure; He saves oppressed ones, feeds the poor; He saves oppressed ones, 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 sends the lab’ring conscience piece. He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the pris’ner swet release.

4. 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. While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.