1 O all ye People, clap your Hands,
2 And with triumphant Voices sing;
No Force the mighty Pow'r withstands
Of God, the Universal King.
3,4 He shall opposing Nations quell
And with Success our Battles fight;
Shall fix the Place where we must dwell,
The Pride of Jacob, his Delight.
5,6 God is gone up, our Lord and King,
With Shouts of Joy, and Trumpets Sound:
To Him repeated Praises sing,
And let the chearful Song go round.
7,8 Your utmost Skill in Praise be shown,
For Him, who all the World commands;
Who sits upon His righteous Throne,
And spreads his Sway o'er Heathen Lands.
9 Our Chiefs, and Tribes, that far from hence
T' adore the God of Abr'am came;
Found Him their constant sure Defence.
How great the glorious is his Name!
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