Verse 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.

Verse 2
Glorious is the Lord most high,
Terrible in majesty,
He his sovereign sway maintains,
King o’er all the earth he reigns.

Verse 3
He the people shall subdue,
Make us kings and conqu’rors too,
Force the nations to submit
Bruise our sins beneath our feet.

Verse 4
He shall bless his ransom’d ones,
Number us with Israel’s sons;
God our heritage shall prove,
Give us all a lot of love.

Verse 5
Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes his seat above the sky:
Shout the angel-quires aloud,
Ecchoing to the trump of God!

Verse 6
Sons of earth the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine,
Emulate the heavenly powers,
Their victorious Lord is ours.

Verse 7
Shout the God enthron’d above,
Trumpet forth his conqu’ring love,
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious King.

Verse 8
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.

Verse 9
Heathens he compels t’ obey,
Saints he rules with mildest sway,
Pure and holy hearts alone
Chuses for his quiet throne.

Verse 10
Peace to them and power he brings,
Makes his subjects priests and kings,
Guards, while in his worship join’d,
Bids them cast the world behind.

Verse 11
On himself he takes their care,
Saves them not by sword or spear,
Safely to his house they go,
Fearless of th’ invading foe.

Verse 12
God keeps off the hostile bands,
God protects their happy lands,
Stands, as keeper of their fields,
Stands as twice ten thousand shields.

Verse 13
Wonderful in saving power
Him let all our hearts adore,
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,
“Glory be to God most high!”