Psalm 47

TO God, all people, ioyfullie
Clapp hands, with exultation;
For, dreadfull is the Lord, most high,
Great king of ev'ry Nation.
He, vnto vs, by his great powre,
Much people hath subjected;
And, made our heritage, the flowre
Of Iacob, his elected. (Selah)

With trumpets, & with merry noise,
Is God the Lord ascended:
Oh! let him be (with joyfull voice)
In songs of praise, commended.
Of God our kinge, the praise now sing;
Sing praise, & honour do him.
The Lord, of all the world is king;
Sing praise, with knowledge, to him,

God sitts vpon his holy throne
Or'e all the Gentiles raigninge;
And, calleth ev'ry willing-one,
To Iacobs God pertaininge.
For, vnto God (whome ev'rie tongue
With high applause commendeth)
The worlds protection doth belonge;
And, he the same defendeth,