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,

And immortality endures.

2 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.

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 gives 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,

And immortality endures.