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Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #258 (1786) Topics: Princes vain; Princes vain 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 #258 (1790) Topics: Princes vain; Princes vain 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, 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: Princes vain; Princes vain 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: Princes vain; Princes vain 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, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #257b (1786) Topics: Princes vain; Princes vain First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics: 1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th’ opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
6 The Lord to sight restores 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 Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains. 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 #257b (1790) Topics: Princes vain; Princes vain First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics: 1 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.
2 Praise shall emply my noblest powers,
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 power,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth forever stands secure:
He saves th’ opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
6 The Lord to sight restores 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 Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains. 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, 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.) #274 (1786) Topics: Princes vain; Princes vain First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics: 1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th’ opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
6 The Lord to sight restores 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 Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains. 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 #274 (1787) Topics: Princes vain; Princes vain First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics: 1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th’ opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
6 The Lord to sight restores 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 Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
Psalm 146
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.331 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Princes vain 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
Psalm 146
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.330 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Princes vain 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
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