1 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.
2 In every land begin the song;
to every land the strains belong.
In cheerful sound all voices raise
and fill the world with joyful praise.
3 Eternal are your mercies, Lord;
eternal truth attends your word.
Your praise shall sound from shore to shore
till suns rise and set no more.
|First Line:||From all that dwell below the skies|
|Title:||From All That Dwell below the Skies|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719; mod.)|
|Topic:||God: His perfections; God: Praise of|