1 I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
and when my voice is lost in death,
praise shall employ my noblest powers;
my days of praise are never past
while life and thought and being last
or immortality endures.

2 Happy are those whose hopes rely
on God the Lord, who made the sky,
and earth, the sea, the night and day;
his truth forever stands secure,
he keeps his promise to the poor,
and none who seeks is turned away.

3 The Lord gives eyesight to the blind,
he calms and heals the troubled mind;
he sends the wounded conscience peace;
he helps the stranger in distress,
the widow and the fatherless,
and grants the prisoner glad release.

4 I’ll praise him while he lends me breath,
and when my voice is lost in death,
praise shall employ my noblest powers;
my days of praise are never past
while life and thought and being last
or immortality endures.