Psalm 47

Common Metre (8,6,8,6)

Suggested Tunes: 103 Richmond, 88 Montrose, 65 Gainsborough

1    All people, clap your hands; to God

            with voice of triumph shout:

2    For dreadful is the Lord most high,

            great King the earth throughout.

3    The heathen people under us

            he surely shall subdue;

      And he shall make the nations

            under our feet to bow.

4    The lot of our inheritance

            chuse out for us shall he,

      Of Jacob, whom he loved well,

            ev’n the excellency.

5    God is with shouts gone up, the Lord

            with trumpets sounding high.

6    Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,

            praise to our King sing ye.

7    For God is King of all the earth;

            with knowledge praise express.

8    God rules the nations: God sits on

            his throne of holiness.

9    The princes of the people are

            assembled willingly;

      Ev’n of the God of Abraham

            they who the people be.

      For why? the shields that do defend

            the earth are only his:

      They to the Lord belong; yea, he

            exalted greatly is.