Psalm 117 paraphrase of Isaac Watts

1

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.

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. 

Tune: Duke Street