I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

open hymnal in the sunshine

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.

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’ oppressed, He feeds the poor;
And none shall find His promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the laboring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

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 thoughts, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Isaac Watts

Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #14.

Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the;first line.

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018


3 thoughts on “I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

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