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Psalm XLVII.
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O clap your hands, and shout to GodTo him triumphing sing:
For he is Lord of all the earth,
The great and dreadful King.
2
'Tis he that makes our enemies yield,And stoop to our command;
'Tis he that chose our heritage,
That sweet and pleasant land.
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With found of trumpets and with shouts,Our Sion hill doth ring:
Sing praises to our God, they cry,
Sing praises to our King.
4
For God is King of all the earth,Sing praises then with skill:
He rules the heathen from his throne,
Upon his holy hill.
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To him, the God of Abraham,All kings shall homage pay:
For all the powers on earth are his,
And they shall him obey.
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