From all that dwell below the skies

L Bourgeois, 1519-1561 Old 100th

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From all that dwell below the skies, Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
Let the Creator’s praise arise; In songs of praise divinely sing;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung, The great salvation loud proclaim,
Through every land, by every tongue. And shout for joy the Savior’s name.

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord; In every land begin the song;
Eternal truth attends Thy Word. To every land the strains belong;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
Till suns rise and set no more. And fill the world with loudest praise.

Isaac Watts

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