THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XLVII

Clap Hands, all People, shout to God; With Voice of Triumph to him sing. For God, most high, is terrible; O'er all the Earth, he's a great King. He makes the People to submit; And Nations at our Feet couch down. Our Heritage, for us, he chose; His loved Iacob's glorious Crown. God is ascended with a Shout; Iehovah with the Trumpet's Layes. Sing Praises to our God, Praise sing; Sing Praises to our King, sing Praise. For God, of all the Earth, is King; Your deepest Skill in Praise be shown. God reigneth over heathen Lands; God sits upon his holy Throne. Princes of Nations freely join, To serve the God of Abraham; For Shields of th' Earth to God belong, Exalted greatly is his Name.