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Psalm
47
[Recommended
tunes: Richmond,
Montrose, Gainsborough]
8,6,8,6
To
the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
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1All people, clap your hands; to God
with voice of triumph shout:
2For dreadful is the Lord most high,
great King the earth throughout.
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3The heathen people under us
he surely shall subdue;
And
he shall make the nations
under our feet to bow.
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4The lot of our inheritance
chuse out for us shall he,
Of
Jacob, whom he loved well,
ev'n the excellency.
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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.
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7For God is King of all the earth;
with knowledge praise express.
8God rules the nations: God sits on
his throne of holiness.
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9The princes of the people are
assembled willingly;
Ev'n
of the God of Abraham
they who the people be.
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For
why? the shields that do defend
the earth are only his:
They
to the Lord belong; yea, he
exalted greatly is.
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