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. How happy they whose hopes rely

on Israel’s God, who make the sky

and earth and seas with all their train;

whose truth for ever stands secure,

who saves the oppressed, and feeds the poor.

And none shall find his promise vain.

3. The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;

the Lord supports the fainting mind

and ends the laboring conscience peace.

He helps the stranger in distress,

the widowed 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.

Words: Isaac Watts (1674-1748); alt. by John Wesley (1703-1791) Para of Psalm 146 Music: Old 113th, melody from Strausburger Kirchenant, 1525