Verse 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.
Verse 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 the oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.
Verse 3
The Lord gives eyesight to the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting 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.
Verse 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.
Author: Isaac Watts