Psalm 47

CLap hands ye people generally,
With voice of triumph glad:
Shout to the Lord, that is most high,
And greatly to be drad.
Ore all the earth a mightie King:
He shall subdue the lands:
And people in subjection bring,
To Israels commands.
Our heritage shall God select,
The portion fair set out
Of Jacob whom he did affect:
The Lord's gone up with shout.
The Lord's gone up with trumpets sound,
To God due praises sing:
Sing praises, ô sing praises round,
Sing praises to our King.
Of all the earth God's King alone,
Sing praise with knowledge then:
God sits upon his holy throne,
Reigns ore the heathen men.
The peoples Princes hither throng,
People of Abrahams God:
The shields of th'earth to God belong,
Exalted all abroad.