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Psal. 47. Omnes Gentes plaudite.

Ad Præstantem, filiis Choreh, Psalmus.

1

Ye people all, the Quire to fill,
come clap your hands on hie:
With joyfull voice to God shout shrill
triumphant melodie.

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2

For dreadfull is the Lord most-High,
through earth a mighty King:

3

That Tribes and Nations farre and nigh,
beneath our feet did bring.

4

An heritage for us he chose,
(right) not to be remov'd:
The excellency to dispose
of Jacob his belov'd.

5

In triumph, with applauding noise,
is God himselfe gone by:
The Lord is with the Trumpets voice
ascended up on hie.

6

Sing, make the praise of God your mirth,
sing praises to our King:

7

For God is King of all the earth,
a Psalme instructive sing.

8

Above the Heath'ns God raignes alone,
co-equall none admits;
Above the Heav'ns upon his Throne
of Holinesse he sits.

9

The Nations Princes feed among
the God of Abrahams flocke:
For earths great shields to God belong,
their high-exalted Rocke.