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Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #275 (1786) Topics: Afflicted supported; Afflicted supported First Line: I'll praise my Maker with my breath Lyrics: 1 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.
2 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.
3 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' opprest, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
5 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.
6 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. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #275 (1787) Topics: Afflicted supported; Afflicted supported First Line: I'll praise my Maker with my breath Lyrics: 1 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.
2 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.
3 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' opprest, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
5 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.
6 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. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
Psalm 145 Part 3
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.329 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: Let every tongue thy goodness speak Lyrics:
Let every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distressed
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
The Lord supports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
He knows the pains his servants feel,
He hears his children cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;
He saves the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.
[His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain
But none that serve the Lord shall say,
"They sought his aid in vain."]
[My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.]
Scripture: Psalm 145:14 Languages: English
Psalm 145 Part 3
Psalm 146
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.330 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics:
Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.
Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Isr'el's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Psalm 146
Psalm 146
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.331 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported 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.
Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Psalm 146
Let every tongue thy goodness speak
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #32 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported Lyrics:
Let every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distressed
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
The Lord supports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
He knows the pains his servants feel,
He hears his children cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;
He saves the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.
[His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain
But none that serve the Lord shall say,
"They sought his aid in vain."]
[My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.]
Scripture: Psalm 145:17-21 Languages: English
Let every tongue thy goodness speak
Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #35 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported Lyrics:
Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.
Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Isr'el's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P145c (1766) Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported Lyrics: 1 Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak,
Thou sov'reign Lord of all;
Thy strength'ning Hands uphold the Weak,
And raise the Poor that fall.
2 When Sorrow bows the Spirit down,
Or Virtue lies distrest
Beneath some proud Oppressor's Frown,
Thou giv'st the Mourners Rest.
3 The Lord supports our tott'ring Days,
And guides our giddy Youth;
Holy and just are all his Ways,
And all his Words are Truth.
4 He knows the Pain his Servants feel,
He hears his Children cry,
And their best Wishes to fulfil,
His Grace is ever nigh.
5 His Mercy never shall remove
From Men of Heart sincere;
He saves the Souls whose humble Love
Is join'd with holy Fear.
6 [His stubborn Foes his Sword shall slay,
And pierce their Hearts with Pain;
But none that serve the Lord shall say,
"They sought his Aid in vain."]
7 [My Lips shall dwell upon his Praise,
And spread his Fame abroad;
Let all the Sons of Adam raise
The Honours of their GOD.] Scripture: Psalm 145:17-21 Languages: English
Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak
Praise ye the Lord, my Heart shall join
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P146a (1766) Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, my Heart shall join
In Works so pleasant, so divine;
Now, while the Flesh is mine Abode,
And when my Soul ascends to GOD.
2 Praise shall employ my noblest Pow'rs,
While Immortality endures;
My Days of Praise shall ne'er be past,
While Life and Thought and Being last.
3 Why should I make a Man my Trust?
Princes must die, and turn to Dust;
Their Breath departs, their Pomp and Pow'r,
And Thoughts all vanish in an Hour.
4 Happy the Man, whose Hopes rely
On Isr'el's GOD: He made the Sky,
And Earth, and Seas, with all their Train,
And none shall find his Promise vain.
5 His Truth for ever stands secure:
He saves th' Opprest, he feeds the Poor;
He sends the lab'ring Conscience Peace,
And grants the Pris'ner sweet Release.
6 The Lord hath Eyes to give the Blind;
The Lord supports the sinking Mind;
He helps the Stranger in Distress,
The Widow and the Fatherless.
7 He loves his Saints, he knows them well,
But turns the Wicked down to Hell:
Thy GOD, O Sion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting Strains. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Praise ye the Lord, my Heart shall join
I'll praise my Maker with my Breath
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P146b (1766) Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported Lyrics: 1 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.
2 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.
3 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 forever stands secure;
He saves th' Opprest, he feeds the Poor,
And none shall find his Promise vain.
4 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.
5 He loves his Saints; he knows them well,
But turns the Wicked down to Hell:
Thy GOD, O Sion, ever reigns;
Let ev'ry Tongue, let ev'ry Age,
In this exalted Work engage:
Praise him in everlasting Strains.
6 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. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
I'll praise my Maker with my Breath
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