The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter To be Sung after the Old Tunes used in the Churches [by Henry King] |
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Psal. XLVII.
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The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||
Psal. XLVII.
O clap your hands, All earth throughout
To God in triumph shout.
His greatnesse rules the world from high,
With awfull Majesty.
To God in triumph shout.
His greatnesse rules the world from high,
With awfull Majesty.
He Nations under us subdues;
And will our portion chuse;
Which doth in glory far excell;
The Lot of Israël.
And will our portion chuse;
Which doth in glory far excell;
The Lot of Israël.
God is gone up with showting voice,
And sounding trumpets noyse.
Unto our God loud praises sing;
Sing praises to our King.
And sounding trumpets noyse.
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Sing praises to our King.
To Him, whose pow'r the earth doth fill,
With knowledge sing, and skill:
Who on His sacred throne remaines,
And ore the Heathen reignes.
With knowledge sing, and skill:
Who on His sacred throne remaines,
And ore the Heathen reignes.
The Princes with the People joyne,
Sprung out of Abra'm's loyne.
For all are in His care enroll'd,
Who highly is extoll'd.
Sprung out of Abra'm's loyne.
For all are in His care enroll'd,
Who highly is extoll'd.
The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter | ||