I'll praise my Mak-er while I've breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall em-ploy my nob-ler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and be-ing last,
Or im-mor-tal-i-ty en-dures.
Hap-py the man whose hopes re-ly
On Is-rael's God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth for-ev-er stands se-cure,
He saves th'op-pressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His pro-mise vain.
The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind;
The Lord sup-ports the faint-ing mind;
He sends the labor-ing con-science peace;
He helps the stran-ger in dis-tress,
The wi-dow, and the fa-ther-less,
And grants the pris-oner sweet re-lease.
I'll praise Him while He lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall em-ploy my no-bler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and be-ing last,
Or im-mor-tal-i-ty en-dures.