1 I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
and when my voice is lost in death,
praise shall possess my nobler powers.
My days of praise are never past,
while life, and thought, and being last,
or immortality endures.

2 Happy the one 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'oppresssed, he feeds the poor,
and shall find his promise vain.

3 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.

4 I’ll praise him while he lends me breath;
and when my voice is lost in death,
praise shall employ my noblest powers.
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
while life, and thought, and being last
or immortality endures.