Psalm 47

O Clap your hands with one accord,
all people, and rejoice,
Be glad, and shout aloud to God,
with a triumphing voice.
For God most high is terrible,
and he must feared be,
A great and Universal King
O're all the world is he.

And under us he shall subdue
the people mightily,
And all the nations shall bring down
under our feet to lie.
He chose a goodly heritage
for us, the dignity
Of his true servant Jacob, whom
he lov'd most tenderly.

God with his Ark is now gone up
with joy and pleasant noise,
The Lord to Zion his own hill,
with the loud trumpets voice.
Sing praises to our God, sing praise,
sing praises to our King,
The praise of God the earths great King
with understanding sing.

God o're the Heathen reigns, and sits
upon his holy throne,
The voluntary Princes are
made with Gods people one.
The people of just Abrahams God,
for all the shields are his,
And power of all the earth, and he
highly advanced is.