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 fleer be past
While life and thought and being last
Or immortality endures
Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God; He made the.sky
And earth and seas, with all their tram;
His truth for ever stands secure
He saves th’ oppresed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain
