Psalm 47

Let all in sweet accord
Clap Hands, their Voices raise,
In Honour of the Lord;
And loudly sing his praise:
Who From above,
Dire Lightning flings:
The King of Kings,
Of all that move.

Whole Nations of our Foes
Beneath our Feet hath throwne:
A faire Possession chose,
For us that are his Owne:
The dignitie
Of Israel;
Belov'd so well
By the most High.

In Triumph God ascends,
With Trumpet shrill, and Shalmes;
Praise him, who his defends;
O praise our King with Psalmes!
For God is King
Of all the Earth;
With sacred Mirth
His Praises sing.

God o're the Heathen reignes;
Sits on his holy Throne:
All whom the Earth sustaines,
Shall worship him alone.
His Shield extends
In their Defence;
His Excellence
All height transcends.