Schenectady

Lyrics

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung,
Thro’ ev’ry land, by ev’ry tongue.
Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
’Till sun shall rise and set no more.