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I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Calvary Selection of Spiritual Songs with Music for the Church and the Choir #d397 (1878) Languages: English

I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Church Hymnal with Canticles #420 (1892)

I'll praise my Maker with my breath

Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #420 (1883) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Languages: English Tune Title: BRAINE

I'll praise my Maker with my breath

Hymnal: Hymnal #420 (1874) Topics: The Christian Life Praise Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

I'll praise my Maker with my breath

Hymnal: The Hymnal #420 (1872)

I'll praise my Maker with my breath

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Immanuel Hymnal #550 (1929) Languages: English Tune Title: GRATITUDE

I'll praise my Maker with my breath

Hymnal: Church Melodies #691 (1858) Languages: English

Psalm 146

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.331 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: I'll praise my Maker with my breath Lyrics: I'll praise my Maker with my 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. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isr'el's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking 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. He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. 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. Topics: Goodness of God; Souls in separate state; Creatures no trust in them; Mercies and truth of God; Afflicted and tempted, supported; Truth grace, and protection; Princes vain; Trust in the creatures vain; Faithfulness Of God; God goodness and truth; God kind to his people; God worthy of all praise Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

Praise to God for his goodness and truth

Hymnal: Select Psalms and Hymns for the use of Mr. Adgate's pupils #XXXV (1787) First Line: I'll praise my maker with my breath Lyrics: I I'll praise my maker with my 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. II Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust: Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. III Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isra'l's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train: His truth forever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. IV The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking 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. V He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. IV 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. Languages: English