From all that dwell below the skies

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1 From all that dwell below the skies,
   Let the Creator's praise arise;
   Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
   Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.

2 In ev'ry land begin the song;
   To ev'ry land the strains belong;
   In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
   And fill the world with loudest praise.

3 Your lofty themes, all mortals, bring;
   In songs of praise divinely sing;
   The great salvation loud proclaim,
   And shout for joy the Savior's name.

4 Eternal are your mercies, Lord;
   Eternal truth attends your word;
   Your praise shall sound from shore to shore,
   Till suns shall rise and set no more.
                         Isaac Watts
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition