7s. Psalm xlvii.

1 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!

2 Glorious is the Lord most High,
Terrible in majesty;
He his sovereign sway maintains,
King o'er all the earth he reigns.

3 Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes his seat above the sky:
Shout the angel-choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God.

4 Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers,
Their victorious Lord is ours.

5 Shout the God enthroned above,
Trumpet forth his conquering love;
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious king!

6 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.

7 Wonderful in saving power,
Him let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry, -
"Glory be to God most High!"