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Psalm 146 I'll Praise My Maker
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 made the sky
And earth and seas with all their train;
Whose truth forever stands secure,
Who saves the oppressed and feeds the poor,
And none shall find God's promise vain.
3. The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind
And sends the laboring conscience peace.
God helps the stranger in distress,
The widowed and the parentless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
4. 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.
WORDS: Isaac Watts Adapt. John Wesley, 1736;
MUSIC: alt. 1988Attr. Matthaus Greiter (c.1500-1552) Harm. Vicar Earle Copes, 1964
Scripture: Psalm 146
Theme: Psalms