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Psalm 117:2 [From All That Dwell Below The Skies]
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Psalm 117:2. L. M.

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator’s praise arise!
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Thro’ every land, by every tongue.

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.