Psalm XLVII

YE happy tribes, proclaim your sacred joys;
Let shouts of triumph to the heavens ascend!
The Lord most high with awful power presides,
And rules the earth with universal sway!
Subdu'd by him, our haughty foes shall sink,
And conquer'd nations bend beneath our feet.

He shall select our blest inheritance;
The favour'd sons of Jacob shall enjoy
The same almighty love their father shar'd.
Hark the glad shout! our God to conquest leads,
And warlike sounds proclaim his glorious name!
Join every voice in hymns of joyful praise;
Our God, our king demands the sacred song;
Repeat his praises in immortal strains.

For God is king supreme, o'er all the earth
With uncontested power his sceptre rules;
And while his praise employs the tuneful voice,
Let all your hearts adore the name you sing.
Sole monarch of the world, Jehovah reigns!
The heathen empires trembling own his power,
And holiness surrounds his awful throne.

Assembling princes lead the praiseful throng,
To Abraham's God their grateful homage pay,
And leave their votive shields beneath his feet.
Great is the Lord! his high exalted name
For ever with unrival'd glory shines!