New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#XLVII

XLVII. Clap your glad hands, ye people all, rejoice

1 Clap your glad hands, ye people all, rejoice;
Shout to your God with loud triumphant voice;
2 The mighty God, tremendous in his wrath,
Whose boundless rule extends o'er all the earth:
3 Who 'as made the nations truckle to our sway,
And e'en the pow'rful of the world obey:
4 Who 'as giv'n his chosen race a wide domain,
And blest them with a glorious, endless reign.
5 Hark! he comes forth; the chearful trumpets sound;
With shouts the pious tribes attend around;
6 He comes, he comes; approach your God with praise,
In hymns of joy your tuneful voices raise;
7 He comes, o'er all the universal king;
Let heav'n's wide arch with acclamations ring;
Ye sons of melody, set forth his pow'r;
8 That e'en the heathen may their God adore;
O'er all he rules, and from his lofty throne,
Awful, he makes his righteous judgments known;
9 To him the princes of the people fly,
Own him their God, and on his aid rely;
Own, that the heav'ns and earth and seas belong
To him, and make omnipotence their song.

Text Information

• First Line: Clap your glad hands, ye people all, rejoice
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1756
• Scripture:
  Psalm 47

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