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!