The Voice of Praise ‎#357

357. 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 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

• First Line: I'll praise my Maker while I've breath
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Psalm 135:6
  ;
  Psalm 146:7
  ;
  Hosea 14:3
• Topic: General Praise; Great is the Lord

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