Psalm 47
Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.
Note: This page also has a Short Metre of this psalm.
1 All people clap your hands for joy;
To God in triumph shout:
For dreadful is the Lord Most High,
Great King the earth throughout.
2 The heathen people under us
He surely shall subdue;
The nations he shall also make
Beneath our feet to bow.
3 And he for us a heritage
Will carefully select,
And give to us: the excellence
Of Jacob his elect.
4 God is with shouts gone up, the Lord
With trumpets sounding high.
Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,
Praise to our King sing ye.
5 For God is King of all the earth;
With knowledge praise express.
God rules the nations; God sits on
His throne of holiness.
6 The people's princes gathered are,
With Abram's people met.
Because earth's shields to God belong;
In glory he is great.
1 All nations clap your hands,
Let shouts of triumph ring,
For dreadful over all the lands
The Lord Most High is King.
2 He'll quell the people's rage,
And nations will destroy;
For us will choose our heritage,
His chosen Jacob's joy.
3 With shouts ascends our King,
With trumpets' stirring call;
Praise, praise ye God, his praises sing,
For God is Lord of all.
4 O sing in joyful strains,
In songs his truth make known;
God over all the nations reigns~
High on his holy throne.
5 The heirs of gentile thrones
With Abr'am's children meet.
The shields of earth Jehovah owns;
Exalted is his seat.
