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254 The Book of Praise.
From all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's Name be sung Through 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.
Isaac Watts. 1719.
END OF PART II.