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 nobler pow’rs

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 save th’oppresed, He feeds the poor,

And none shall find His promise vain.

3.

The Lord gives eyesight to 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 pris’ner 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 pow’rs

My days of praise shall ne’er be past,

While life and thought and being last,

Or immortality endures.