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Psalm 146.
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,
And immortality endures.
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train.
His truth for ever stands secure:
He saves th’ 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,
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 gives 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,
And immortality endures.
Watts.