by George Herbert

Cho. Let all the world in ev’ry corner sing
My God and King.

The heav’ns are not too high,
His praise may thither fly:
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.

Cho. Let all the world in ev’ry corner sing
My God and King.

The church with psalms must shout
No door can keep them out:
But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part.

Cho. Let all the world in ev’ry corner sing
My God and King.

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