Praise to God for His Goodness and Truth

Verse 1

I’ll praise my Maker with my breath, and when my voice is lost in death, praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs; my days of praise shall ne'er be past, while life, and thought, and being last, or immortality endures.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

The LORD hath eyes to give 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 glad release.

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath; and when my voice is lost in death, praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs; my days of praise shall ne'er be past, while life and thought and being last, or immortality endures.