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 Happy are they whose hopes rely
on Israel's God, who made the sky,
and earth and sea, with all their train;
his truth for ever stands secure;
he saves the 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;
and sends the labouring 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;
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.