60 I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

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I'll praise my maker while I've breath;
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and when my voice is lost in death,
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praise shall employ my nobler powers.
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My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
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while life, and thought and being last,
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or immortality endures.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719
Music: Attr. to Matthäus Greiter, 1525; harm. by V. Earle Copes, 1963