I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath,
By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. 2nd metre. Psalm cxlvi.
      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 Happy the man whose hopes rely
      On Israel's God: he made the sky,
      And earth, and seas, with all their train;
      His truth for ever stands secure,
      He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor,
      And none shall find his promise vain.

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

      4 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.