Words: Isaac Watts
Praise to God from all nations. 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 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. The Same 1 O all ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with a diff'rent tongue; In ev'ry language learn his word, And let his name be sung. 2 His mercy reigns through ev'ry land; Proclaim his grace abroad; Forever firm his truth shall stand; Praise ye the faithful God. The Same 1 Thy name, Almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands, Great is thy grace, and sure thy word; Thy truth forever stands. 2 Far be thine honor spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and ev'ning shade Shall be exchanged no more.