PXLVIIa. O all ye people, clap your hands

1 O all ye people, clap your hands,
To GOD with shouts of triumph sing;
2 For dreadful is the LORD most high,
O'er all the earth a mighty King.
3 To us the people he subdues;
Lays nations at our feet in fear:
For us an heritage he chose,
The glory of his Jacob dear. (Selah)

5 GOD is gone up in shouts of joy,
The LORD with noise the trumpets raise:
6 Sing praise to GOD, sing praise aloud;
Sing praises to our King, sing praise.
7 For GOD of all the earth is King;
With all your skill his praise be shown:
8 GOD over all the nations reigns;
GOD sits upon his holy throne.

9 To people own'd by Abr'ham's God
The princes of the nations fly:
The shields of th' earth to GOD belong;
O how is He exalted high!

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First Line: O all ye people, clap your hands
Language: English
Publication Date: 1758
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