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PSALM XLVII.
[Clap your hands, ye people all]
Clap your hands, ye people all,
Praise the God on whom ye call;
Lift your voice, and shout His praise,
Triumph in His sovereign grace!
Praise the God on whom ye call;
Lift your voice, and shout His praise,
Triumph in His sovereign grace!
Glorious is the Lord most high,
Terrible in majesty;
He His sovereign sway maintains,
King o'er all the earth He reigns.
Terrible in majesty;
He His sovereign sway maintains,
King o'er all the earth He reigns.
He the people shall subdue,
Make us kings and conquerors too;
Force the nations to submit,
Bruise our sins beneath our feet.
Make us kings and conquerors too;
Force the nations to submit,
Bruise our sins beneath our feet.
He shall bless His ransom'd ones,
Number us with Israel's sons;
God our heritage shall prove,
Give us all a lot of love.
Number us with Israel's sons;
God our heritage shall prove,
Give us all a lot of love.
Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes His seat above the sky:
Shout the angel choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God.
Takes His seat above the sky:
Shout the angel choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God.
Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise Him with the host Divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers,—
Their victorious Lord is ours.
Praise Him with the host Divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers,—
Their victorious Lord is ours.
Shout the God enthroned above,
Trumpet forth His conquering love;
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious King!
Trumpet forth His conquering love;
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious King!
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Power is all to Jesus given,
Power o'er hell, and earth, and heaven!
Power He now to us imparts;
Praise Him with believing hearts.
Power o'er hell, and earth, and heaven!
Power He now to us imparts;
Praise Him with believing hearts.
Heathens He compels to' obey,
Saints He rules with mildest sway;
Pure and holy hearts alone
Chooses for His quiet throne.
Saints He rules with mildest sway;
Pure and holy hearts alone
Chooses for His quiet throne.
Peace to them and power He brings,
Makes His subjects priests and kings,
Guards, while in His worship join'd,
Bids them cast the world behind.
Makes His subjects priests and kings,
Guards, while in His worship join'd,
Bids them cast the world behind.
On Himself He takes their care,
Saves them not by sword or spear;
Safely to His house they go,
Fearless of the' invading foe.
Saves them not by sword or spear;
Safely to His house they go,
Fearless of the' invading foe.
God keeps off the hostile bands,
God protects their happy lands;
Stands as Keeper of their fields,
Stands as twice ten thousand shields.
God protects their happy lands;
Stands as Keeper of their fields,
Stands as twice ten thousand shields.
Wonderful in saving power,
Him let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,—
“Glory be to God most high!”
Him let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,—
“Glory be to God most high!”
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