050) Psalm 47

Psalm 47 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.

8.6.8.6 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.

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