All ye gentiles, praise the Lord,
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise.
For His truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of His right hand,
Like His own eternity.
Praise Him, ye who know his love,
Praise Him from the depths beneath,
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker all that breathe.
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