From All That Dwell Below The Skies,
Let The Creator’s Praise Arise;
Let The Redeemer’s Name Be Sung
Through Every Land, By Every Tongue.

In Every Land Begin The Song;
To Every Land The Strains Belong.
In Cheerful Sounds All Voices Raise
And Fill The World With Loudest Praise.

Your Lofty Themes, Ye Mortals, Bring;
In Songs Of Praise Divinely Sing.
The Great Salvation Loud Proclaim,
And Shout For Joy The Savior’s Name.

Eternal Are Thy Mercies, Lord;
Eternal Truth Attends Thy Word.
Thy Praise Shall Sound From Shore To Shore,
Till Suns Shall Rise And Set No More.

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