Psalm 47

To the tune of God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

All peoples clap your hands and unto God in triumph shout!
How awesome is the Lord most high, great king the land throughout!
Beneath our feet he has subdued the countries all about!
Praises sing! Sing your praises unto God!
Sing ye his praise!
Lift your voices and sing praises to our King!

He chose us our inheritance, our homeland there is found
He gave us this in Jacob unto whom his love abounds.
God has ascended in the midst of shouts and joyful sounds!
Praises sing! Sing your praises unto God!
Sing ye his praise!
Lift your voices and sing praises to our King!

Yahweh ascended while the trumpets rang with happy tone
For God is king of all the earth; sing praise to him alone.
God rules the nations, God is seated on his holy throne.
Praises sing! Sing your praises unto God!
Sing ye his praise!
Lift your voices and sing praises to our King!

The princes and the nobles of the nations now draw nigh
As people of the God of Abraham they unify
For this world’s shields belong to God, he is exalted high!
Praises sing! Sing your praises unto God!
Sing ye his praise!
Lift your voices and sing praises to our King!