Psalm 47

O for a shout of sacred joy

To God the sovereign King!

Let every land their tongues employ,

And hymns of triumph sing.

Jesus our God ascends on high,

His heavenly guards around

Attend him rising thro' the sky,

With trumpet's joyful sound.

While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honour sing;

O'er all the earth he reigns.

Rehearse his praise with awe profound,

Let knowledge lead the song,

Nor mock him with a solemn sound

Upon a thoughtless tongue.

In Israel stood his ancient throne,

He lov'd that chosen race;

But now he calls the world his own,

And heathens taste his grace.

The British islands are the Lord's,

There Abraham's God is known,

While powers and princes, shields and swords,

Submit before his throne.