From All That Dwell Below the Skies
From all that dwell be-low the skies,
Let the Cre-a-tor's praise a-rise;
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Let the Re-deem-er's Name be sung,
Through every land by ev-ery tongue.
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
E-ter-nal are Thy mer-cies, Lord;
E-ter-nal truth at-tends Thy Word.
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns rise and set no more.
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
Your lof-ty themes, ye mor-tals, bring,
In songs of praise di-vine-ly sing;
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
The great sal-va-tion loud pro-claim,
And shout for joy the Sa-vior's Name.
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
In every land be-gin the song;
To ev-ery land the strains be-long;
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
In cheer-ful sounds all voi-ces raise,
And fill the world with loud-est praise.
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.