March 30, 2019                       Psalm 149                                 Donna Cook

“Let Israel be glad in its Maker; let the children of Zion rejoice in their King.” Psalm 149:2

I’ll Praise My Maker (Isaac Watts 1791)

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,

or immortality endures.

How happy they whose hopes rely

on Israel’s God who made the sky

and earth and seas with all their train;

whose truth forever stands secure,

who saves the oppressed and feeds the poor,

and none shall find God’s promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind,

the Lord supports the fainting mind

and sends the laboring conscience peace.

God helps the stranger in distress,

the widowed and the parentless,

and grants the prisoner sweet release.

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,

or immortality endures.

While I Have Breath by Robbie Seay Band