I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath Scripture alt. by Isaac Watts, 1719 alt. by John Wesley, 1727 alt. copyright status is Public Domain Subject: Praise Scripture: Psalm 146 Old 113th [.xml] attr. to Matthäus Greiter, pub.1525 copyright status is Public Domain Key: D Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] Nashville [.xml] Anonymous/Unknown, pub.1835 arr. by Lowell Mason copyright status is Public Domain Key: D Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid]	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and pow’r And thoughts all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. How happy they whose hopes rely On Israel’s God, Who made the sky And earth and seas with all their train: His truth forever stands secure; He saves th’ oppressed, He feeds the poor, And none shall find His promise vain. The Lord gives eyesight to the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab’ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the pris’ner sweet release. He loves His saints, He knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise Him in everlasting strains. I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.

I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

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alt. by Isaac Watts, 1719
alt. by John Wesley, 1727
alt.

Subject: Praise

Scripture: Psalm 146

Old 113th [.xml]

attr. to Matthäus Greiter, pub.1525

Key: D

Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8

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Anonymous/Unknown, pub.1835
arr. by Lowell Mason

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Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8

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I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Vain is the help of flesh and blood:
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow’r
And thoughts all vanish in an hour,
Nor can they make their promise good.
How happy they whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God, Who made the sky
And earth and seas with all their train:
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th’ oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.
The Lord gives eyesight to the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the lab’ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,
And grants the pris’ner sweet release.
He loves His saints, He knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns:
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.
I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.