I’ll Praise My Maker (EN 1907)

EN 1907 I’ll Praise My Maker

Ps.146.1

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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

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 for ever stands secure;

He saves th’oppressed, He feeds the poor,

And none shall find His promise vain.

4

The Lord has eyes to give the blind;

The Lord supports the sinking mind;

He sends the labr’ing 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 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.

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