Clap your glad hands, ye people all, rejoice

Verse 1

Clap your glad hands, ye people all, rejoice; Shout to your God with loud triumphant voice;

Verse 2

The mighty God, tremendous in his wrath, Whose boundless rule extends o'er all the earth:

Verse 3

Who 'as made the nations truckle to our sway, And e'en the pow'rful of the world obey:

Verse 4

Who 'as giv'n his chosen race a wide domain, And blest them with a glorious, endless reign.

Verse 5

Hark! he comes forth; the chearful trumpets sound; With shouts the pious tribes attend around;

Verse 6

He comes, he comes; approach your God with praise, In hymns of joy your tuneful voices raise;

Verse 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;

Verse 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;

Verse 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.