I'll praise my maker while I've breath (Almond Woolf)

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  • CPDL #24627:        (Sibelius 6)
Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2011-09-29).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 32 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: The original order of staves (shown in the first piece in the book) is Tenor - Alto - Air - Bass: the alto part in the source is notated in the treble clef an octave higher than sounding pitch. The first verse only of the text is given in the source. Subsequent verses have been editorially added: it is suggested by the editor that if verses 2 and 3 are sung, the note sung on the second beat of bar 13 should be sustained into the third beat, to avoid the crotchet rest which would otherwise fall between the syllables of a single word.
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General Information

Title: I'll praise my maker while I've breath
Composer: Almond Woolf
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 888. 888

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo

First published: 1836 in An Original Set of Psalm and Hymn Tunes, p. 21

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

I'll praise my Maker while I've breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, or thought, or being last,
Or immortality endures.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and sea, with all their train.
His truth for ever stands secure:
He saves th'oppress'd, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, or thought, or being last,
Or immortality endures.