The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 192

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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.