Psalm 47Words: William Kethe The Scottish Psalter of 1635
1 Let all folk with joy
clap hands and rejoice,
And sing unto God
with most cheerful voice
2 For high is the Lord,
and fear-ed to be,
The earth over all
a great King is he.
3 In daunting the folk
he hath so well wrought
That under our feet
whole nations are brought.
4 An heritage fair,
He chose us to move
Which Jacob enjoyed,
Whom he so did love.
5 Our GOD is gone up,
With triumph and fame;
With sound of the trump
To witness the same.
6 Sing praises to GOD;
sing praises, I say:
To this our great King,
Sing praises alway.
7 For of all the earth
Our GOD is King;
Such as understand
Now praise to him sing.
8 The heathen to rule
God also doth reign,
Who doth still upon
His high throne remain.
9 Strange princes do come
Unto the Lords fold;
Who are his shields
His church up to hold.
For shields of the world
Belong to the Lord
His name to exalt
Let all men accord.
NOTE; another example with an odd number of verses so that the tune does not quite come out right. One wonders how this was sung. Did they just sing that last verse as far as it went? |
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