The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 276

Bridgewater

Lyrics

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Redeemer’s praise arise:
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Thro’ ev’ry land by ev’ry tongue.

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.