Psalm XLVII

By W. Barton.

Let all with sweet accord
Applaud and voices raise
In honour of the Lord,
And loudly sing his praise.

For God most high
Is King of Kings, And rules all things
With majesty.

Whole nations of our foes
He throws beneath our feet.

A happy lot he chose
For us as he thought meet:
The dignity
Of Israel, Beloved well
By the most High.

God is gone up on high,
With shouts and trumpets sound,
Ascending gloriously
Unto the Lord renown'd.

His praises sing,
And loudly raise Your voice to praise
Our heav'nly King.

For God is soveraign King,
And Lord of all the earth;
With understanding sing,
And set his praises forth.

God reigns alone
O're heathen men, Sitting upon
His holy throne.

The Princes gather there,
The Princes of all lands;
The people far and near,
Whom Abraham's God commands.
The shields are his,
Of all the earth, God's name and worth
Exalted is.