Psalm XLVII

Clap hands yee people, with applause rejoyce,
Singe to the Lord with loud and chearfull voyce;
His throne is high, His judgement breedeth feare,
On all the earth Hee doth the SCEPTER beare.
Hee makes much people our commaund obey,
And many NATIONS at our feet doth lay;
And hath for vs an heritage in store,
Euen JACOB'S portion whom Hee lou'd before.
In glorious trihumph GOD is mounted high,
The Lord with trumpet's sound ascends the SKIE.
Singe, singe, vnto our God, vnto our Kinge,
All praises due, euen all due praises singe.
All KINGDOMES of the earth to Him belonge,
Singe wisely then, and vnderstand your song.
In all the heathen Hee doth raigne alone,
And sitts in judgment in His holy throne.
And heathen princes which were seuerd farr,
To Abraham's faithfull seed now joinèd are.
And God, Whose highnes doth the heauens transcend,
As with a buckler doth the earth defend.