God is Gone Up With a Shout

Verse 1

Clap your hands, ye people all, Praise the God on whom ye call; Lift your voice and shout his praise, Triumph in his sov'reign grace.

Verse 2

Jesus is gone up on high, Takes His seat above the sky; Shout the angel choirs aloud, Echoing to the trump of God!

Verse 3

Sons of men the triumph join, Praise him with the host divine; Emulate the heav'nly pow'rs, Their victorious Lord is ours.

Verse 4

Shout the God enthron'd above, Trumpet forth his conq'ring love; Praises to our Jesus sing, Praises to our glorious king!

Verse 5

Pow'r is all to Jesus giv'n, Pow'r o’er hell, and earth, and heav’n; Jesus, power to us impart, Then we'll praise with all our heart.