O all ye people, clap your hands, And with triumphant voices sing

1 O all ye people, clap your hands,
And with triumphant voices sing;
No force the mighty power withstands
Of God the universal King.

2 He shall assaulting foes repel,
And with success our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
The pride of Jacob, His delight.

3 God is gone up, our Lord and King,
With shouts of joy, and trumpet's sound:
To Him repeated praises sing,
And let the cheerful song rebound.

4 Your utmost skill in praise be shown,
For Him who all the world commands;
Who sits upon His righteous throne,
And spreads His sway o'er heathen lands.

Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #120