Written By Isaac Watts
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 sound all voices raise
And fill the world with joyful praise.
Eternal are your mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends your word.
Your praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till sun shall rise and set no more.
