This Isaac Watts’ hymn is based on Psalm 146.

I’ll praise my Maker with my 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.

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.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: he made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure,
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
And sends the laboring conscience peace.
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widowed and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

He loves his saints; he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Let ev’ry tongue, let ev’ry age,
In this exalted work engage:
Praise him in everlasting strains.

I’ll praise him while he lends 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,
Or immortality endures.