A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
All people, clap your hands; to God
with voice of triumph shout:
For dreadful is the Lord most high,

great King the earth throughout.
The heathen people under us
he surely shall subdue;
And he shall make the nations

under our feet to bow.
The lot of our inheritance
chuse out for us shall he,
Of Jacob, whom he loved well,

ev'n the excellency.
God is with shouts gone up, the Lord
with trumpets sounding high.
Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,

praise to our King sing ye.
For God is King of all the earth;
with knowledge praise express.
God rules the nations: God sits on

his throne of holiness.
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.