All people, clap your hands; to God

Verse 1

All people, clap your hands; to God with voice of triumph shout:

Verse 2

For dreadful is the Lord most high, great King the earth throughout.

Verse 3

The heathen people under us he surely shall subdue; And he shall make the nätions under our feet to bow.

Verse 4

The lot of our inheritance choose out for us shall he, Of Jacob, whom he lovèd well, ev'n the excellency.

Verse 5

God is with shouts gone up, the Lord with trumpets sounding high.

Verse 6

Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise, praise to our King sing ye.

Verse 7

For God is King of all the earth; with knowledge praise express.

Verse 8

God rules the nations: God sits on his throne of holiness.

Verse 9

The princes of the people are assembled willingly; Ev'n of the God of Abraham they who the people be.

Verse 10

For why? the shields that do defend the earth are only his: They to the Lord belong; yea, he exalted greatly is.