I'll Praise My Maker While I've Breath |
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), modified by John Wesley (1703-1791)
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. Happy the man whose hopes rely | 3. The Lord pours eye-sight 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, |