253. I'll Praise My Maker

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 How happy they whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God who made the sky,
And earth and seas with all their train;
Whose truth for ever stands secure,
Who saves the oppressed and feeds the poor,
And none shall find God's promise vain.

3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind
And send the laboring sonscience peace.
God helps the stranger in distress,
The widowed and the parentless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

4 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.

Text Information
First Line: I'll praise my Maker while I've breath
Title: I'll Praise My Maker
Author: Isaac Watts
Adapter: John Wesley (1736; alt. 1988)
Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8
Scripture: Psalm 146
Topic: God: Help
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: OLD 113TH
Composer: Matthäus Greiter
Harmonizer: V. Earle Copes (1964)
Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8
Key: D Major
Copyright: Harmonization copyright © 1964 Abingdon Press. Used by permission.



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