Psalm 47

To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

1        All people, clap your hands; to God

                   with voice of triumph shout:

2        For dreadful is the Lord most high,

                   great King the earth throughout.

3        The heathen people under us

                   he surely shall subdue;

          And he shall make the nations

                   under our feet to bow.

4        The lot of our inheritance

                   chuse out for us shall he,

          Of Jacob, whom he loved well,

                   ev'n the excellency.

5        God is with shouts gone up, the Lord

                   with trumpets sounding high.

6        Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,

                   praise to our King sing ye.

7        For God is King of all the earth;

                   with knowledge praise express.

8        God rules the nations: God sits on

                   his throne of holiness.

9        The princes of the people are

                   assembled willingly;

          Ev'n of the God of Abraham

                   they who the people be.

          For why? the shields that do defend

                   the earth are only his:

          They to the Lord belong; yea, he

                   exalted greatly is.