¹All people, clap your hands; to God

with voice of triumph shout:

²For dreadful is the Lord most high,

great King the earth throughout.

³The heathen people under us

he surely shall subdue;

And he shall make the nations

under our feet to bow.

⁴The lot of our inheritance

chuse out for us shall he,

Of Jacob, whom he loved well,

ev’n the excellency.

⁵God is with shouts gone up, the Lord

with trumpets sounding high.

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

praise to our King sing ye.

⁷For God is King of all the earth;

with knowledge praise express.

⁸God rules the nations: God sits on

his throne of holiness.

⁹The 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.