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

Verse 1

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

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.