Isaac Watts (1674-1748), modified by John Wesley (1703-1791)
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 the man whose hopes rely
3. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind;|
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the laboring 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,
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