1 I'll praise my Maker with my 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
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.
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First Line: | I'll praise my Maker with my breath |
Meter: | 8s., six lines |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Praise |