293. From All That Dwell Below the Skies
L.M.
by I. Watts
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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.
Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends Thy Word;
And praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
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