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I'll praise my maker while I've breath
Staff Notation • Sacred, Hymns
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I'll praise my maker while I've breath by Almond Woolf — Lyrics
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.
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About I'll praise my maker while I've breath
Almond Woolf sets a text of fervent praise in this SATB hymn. The music begins with the voices in homophonic texture, declaiming the opening lines with conviction. The setting then develops with contrapuntal interest and varied dynamic levels, reflecting the unfolding theological statements of the text. The composer captures the unwavering confidence and assurance found in the hymn's verses, from the declaration of eternal praise to the catalogue of God's acts of salvation and comfort for the needy. The piece builds towards a powerful affirmation of faith, sung in English.
