CLXXI. God is gone up with a Shout

1 Clap your hands, ye people all,
Praise the God on whom ye call;
Lift your voice and shout his praise,
Triumph in his sov'reign grace.

2 Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes His seat above the sky;
Shout the angel choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God!

3 Sons of men the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heav'nly pow'rs,
Their victorious Lord is ours.

4 Shout the God enthron'd above,
Trumpet forth his conq'ring love;
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious king!

5 Pow'r is all to Jesus giv'n,
Pow'r o’er hell, and earth, and heav’n;
Jesus, power to us impart,
Then we'll praise with all our heart.

Text Information
First Line: Clap your hands, ye people all
Title: God is gone up with a Shout
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ;
Topic: The Ascension of the King of Glory, leading Captivity Captive
Source: Whitfield's Coll.
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