To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
^1All people, clap your hands; to God
with voice of triumph shout:
^2For dreadful is the Lord most high,
great King the earth throughout.
^3The heathen people under us
he surely shall subdue;
And he shall make the nations
under our feet to bow.
^4The lot of our inheritance
chuse out for us shall he,
Of Jacob, whom he loved well,
ev'n the excellency.
^5God is with shouts gone up, the Lord
with trumpets sounding high.
^6Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,
praise to our King sing ye.
^7For God is King of all the earth;
with knowledge praise express.
^8God rules the nations: God sits on
his throne of holiness.
^9The princes of the people are
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.