1 Clap hands all people, shout for joy
To God with voice of singing mirth.
2 For dreadful is the Lord an high,
A king most great o'er all the earth.
3 To us the people he subdues,
And nations at our feet do lie.
For us our her'tage he will chuse;
His loved Jacob's glory high.
5 God is ascended with a shout,
Jehovah with the trumpet's noise.
6 Sing praises to our king with voice.
7 For God of ll the earth is king,
Praise him each understanding one.
8 Over the heathen God doth reign:
God sits upon his holy throne.
9 Th' people of Abr'ham's God among
Princes of people gathered be:
For shields of th' earth to God belong,
Exalted mightily is he.
|First Line:||Clap hands all people, shout for joy|
|Title:||To the chief Musician. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah|