Psalms 47 
[Psa 47:1] All Nations, Clap Your Hands
All nations, clap your hands,
Let shouts of triumph ring,
For mighty over all the lands
The Lord Most High is King.Above our mighty foes
He gave us power to stand,
And as our heritage He chose
The goodly promised land.With shouts ascends our King,
With trumpet’s stirring call;
Praise God, praise God, His praises sing,
For God is Lord of all.O sing in joyful strains,
And make His glory known;
God over all the nations reigns,
And holy is His throne.Our fathers’ God to own
The kings of earth draw nigh,
For none can save but God alone,
He is the Lord Most High.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:1] Clap Your Hands, Ye People All
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!Glorious is the Lord most High,
Terrible in majesty;
He His sovereign sway maintains,
King o’er all the earth He reigns.Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes His seat above the sky:
Shout the angel-choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God.Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise Him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers,
Their victorious Lord is ours.Shout the God enthroned above,
Trumpet forth His conquering love;
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious King!Power is all to Jesus given,
Power o’er hell, and earth, and Heav’n!
Power He now to us imparts;
Praise Him with believing hearts.Wonderful in saving power,
Him let all our hearts adore;
Earth and Heav’n repeat the cry,
“Glory be to God most High!”Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:1] Hark! The Sounds Of Singing
Hark! the sounds of singing
Coming on the breeze,
Notes of triumph winging
Over lands and seas.
Martial hosts assemble,
Flushed with victory,
Hell’s battalions tremble
And prepare to flee.Refrain
Army of salvation!
Army of the Lord!
Christ our Inspiration
Christ our great Reward.Whence have come these legions,
Valiant, free and strong?
Worldwide are the regions
Where they combat wrong.
Gathering ’neath our banner
While the trumpets blend,
Here in fervent manner
Let our praise ascend.Refrain
Plucked as brands from burning,
Saved by Jesus’ might,
Earth’s allurement spurning,
We for Christ will fight.
He Who found and freed us
From our captive chain,
Surely He will lead us
To eternal gain.Refrain
Wondrous, wondrous story
Of our God-made host,
Unto Jesus glory
’Tis in Him we boast.
Out of every nation,
By His might restored,
Army of salvation,
Army of the Lord.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:1] O For A Shout Of Sacred Joy
O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heav’nly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpets’ joyful sound.While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth His honors sing;
O’er all the earth He reigns.Rehearse His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.In Isr’el stood His ancient throne,
He lov’d that chosen race;
But now He calls the world His own,
And heathens taste His grace.The British islands are the Lord’s,
There Abraham’s God is known;
While powers and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before His throne.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:1] Rejoice Ye People, Homage Give
Rejoice, ye people, homage give,
To God with voice of triumph sing;
He ruleth in dread majesty,
The great, the universal King.He putteth nations under us
And maketh us triumphant stand;
He giveth for our heritage
His promised rest, a goodly land.God hath ascended with a shout,
Jehovah with the trumpet’s sound;
Sing praise to God our King, sing praise,
Yes, let His glorious praise abound.Our God is King of all the earth,
With thoughtful heart His praise make known;
O’er all the nations God doth reign,
Exalted on His holy throne.To praise and serve our cov’nant God
The princes of the earth draw nigh;
All kingly pow’rs belong to Him,
He is exalted, God most high.source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:1] Shout Of Mighty Triumph, A
A shout of mighty triumph
Through nature’s realm is heard,
A shout which calls creation
To hail th’Incarnate Word.
Away with clouds and darkness!
All hail, thrice blessèd morn;
Sing out with joy, ye mortals,
For Jesus Christ is born!Is this, ye holy shepherds,
The mighty newborn King?
This Child, so sweet and gentle,
Can He such rapture bring?
O yes! He comes, the Savior
Of sinful earth forlorn;
Then shout with joy, ye mortals,
For Jesus Christ is born!The cruel, cruel foeman
This Child shall overthrow;
Full soon, the fierce destroyer,
His Lord’s stern might shall know:
Of all his boasted power
Soon to be roughly shorn;
Then shout with joy, ye mortals,
For Jesus Christ is born!But say, sweet virgin mother,
The Child upon thy breast,
Will He receive young children,
And share with them His rest?
O yes! He will with glory
Both old and young adorn;
Then shout with joy, ye mortals,
For Jesus Christ is born!Rejoice then, youths and maidens,
Old men and children, too;
Lift up your cheerful voices,
With bliss and rapture true!
Ring out, ye towers and steeples!
Blow, trumpet, pipe and horn!
Then shout with joy, ye mortals,
For Jesus Christ is born!Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:5] Lo, God To Heav’n Ascendeth
Lo, God to Heav’n ascendeth! Throughout its regions vast
With shouts triumphant blendeth the trumpet’s thrilling blast:
Sing praise to Christ the Lord; sing praise with exultation,
King of each heathen nation, the God of hosts adored!With joy is Heav’n resounding Christ’s glad return to see;
Behold the saints surrounding the Lord Who set them free.
Bright myriads, thronging, come; the cherub band rejoices,
And loud seraphic voices all welcome Jesus home.From cross to throne ascending, we follow Christ on high
And know the pathway wending to mansions in the sky.
Our Lord is gone before; yet here He will not leave us,
And soon in Heav’n receive us and open wide the door.Our place He is preparing; to Heav’n we, too, shall rise,
With Him His glory sharing, be where our Treasure lies.
Bestir thyself, my soul! Where Jesus Christ has entered,
There let Thy hope be centered; press onward toward the goal.Let all our thoughts be winging to where Thou didst ascend,
And let our hearts be singing: “We seek Thee, Christ, our Friend,
Thee, God’s exalted Son, our Life, and Way to heaven,
To Whom all power is given, our Joy and Hope and Crown.”Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:6] He’s My King
All day long of Jesus I am singing,
He my song of joy will ever be;
All the while He keeps my heart-bells ringing,
For His love is ev’rything to me.Refrain
He’s my King, and O I dearly love Him,
He’s my King, no other is above Him;
All day long enraptured praise I sing,
He’s my Savior, He’s my King!Streams of love around my soul are flowing,
From His heart love’s everlasting spring;
That is why my faith in Him I’m showing,
That is why an endless song I sing.Refrain
In His light, I’m going home to glory,
With the souls who trust His saving grace;
Going home to sing and tell His story,
In the blessèd sunshine of His face.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:6] O Sing His Praise
O sing His praise, who governs earth and sky;
Sing His tender mercy, ever nigh;
Sing of the love that ransoms man from sin,
Love that conquered death, our souls to win.Refrain
Sweet praises bring the heav’nly King;
To every nation tell His everlasting love;
Sweet praises bring the heav’nly King;
He guides us in His ways,
He sends the sunny days;
And every cloud His will obeys
With blessing from above.O sing His praise, with gratitude sincere;
Tokens of His goodness thro’ the year;
Sing of the care providing for our needs,
Thro’ the stranger-land, He gently leads.Refrain
O sing His praise; the thankful notes prolong;
Let our lives re-echo every song;
Let heart and hand the happy strain repeat,
Laying loving service at His feet.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:6] Savior, Blessed Savior
Savior, blessèd Savior, listen while we sing;
Hearts and voices ringing, praises to our King;
All we have to offer, all we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit, all we yield to Thee.Near, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration bending low the knee;
Thou for our redemption cam’st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow, hast gone up on high.Great and ever greater, are Thy mercies here;
True and everlasting are the glories there,
Where no pain nor sorrow, toil nor care is known,
Where the angel legions circle round Thy throne.Dark and ever darker, was the wintry past,
Now a ray of gladness o’er our path is cast;
Every day that passeth, every hour that flies,
Tells of love unfeignèd, love that never dies.Clearer still and clearer dawns the light from Heav’n,
In our sadness bringing news of sin forgiven;
Life has lost its shadows, pure the light within;
Thou hast shed Thy radiance on a world of sin.Brighter still and brighter glows the western sun,
Shedding all its gladness o’er our work that’s done;
Time will soon be over, toil and sorrow past,
May we, blessèd Savior, find a rest at last.Onward, ever onward, journeying o’er the road
Worn by saints before us, journeying on to God;
Leaving all behind us, may we hasten on,
Backward never looking till the prize is won.Higher, then, and higher bear the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting, Savior, to its goal;
Where in joys unthought of saints with angels sing,
Never weary, raising, praises to their King.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:6] Sing We The King
Sing we the King Who is coming to reign,
Glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain.
Life and salvation His empire shall bring,
Joy to the nations when Jesus is King.Refrain
Come let us sing, praise to our King,
Jesus our King, Jesus our King,
This is our song, who to Jesus belong:
Glory to Jesus, to Jesus our King.All men shall dwell in His marvelous light,
Races long severed His love shall unite,
Justice and truth from His scepter shall spring,
Wrong shall be ended when Jesus is King.Refrain
All shall be well in His kingdom of peace,
Freedom shall flourish and wisdom increase,
Foe shall be friend when His triumph we sing,
Sword shall be sickle when Jesus is King.Refrain
Souls shall be saved from the burden of sin,
Doubt shall not darken His witness within,
Hell hath no terrors, and death hath no sting;
Love is victorious when Jesus is King.Refrain
Kingdom of Christ, for thy coming we pray,
Hasten, O Father, the dawn of the day
When this new song Thy creation shall sing,
Satan is vanquished, and Jesus is King.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:7] Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee
Mighty God, while angels bless Thee,
May a mortal sing Thy Name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature’s theme.
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days.
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and endless praise.For the grandeur of Thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph’s thought;
For the wonders of creation,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
For Thy providence, that governs,
Through Thine empire’s wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,
Blessèd be Thy gentle reign.For Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Bright, though veiled in darkness long,
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who can sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father’s glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord Who came to die.From the highest throne of glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives;
Flow my praise, forever flow!
Reascend, immortal Savior;
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return, and reign forever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own!Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:7] O God Of Earth And Altar
O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide;
Take not Thy thunder from us, but take away our pride.From all that terror teaches, from lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men;
From sale and profanation of honor and the sword;
From sleep and from damnation, deliver us, good Lord!Tie in a living tether, the prince and priest and thrall;
Bind all our lives together, smite us and save us all;
In ire and exultation aflame with faith and free,
Lift up a living nation, a single sword to Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal - [Psa 47:7] O King Most High Of Earth And Sky
O King most high of earth and sky
On prostrate death Thou treadest,
And with Thy blood dost mark the road
Whereby to Heaven Thou leadest.O Christ, behold Thine orphaned fold,
Which Thou hast borne with anguish,
Steeped in the tide from Thy rent side:
O leave us not to languish!The glorious gain of all Thy pain
Henceforth dost Thou inherit;
Now comes the hour—then greatly shower
On us Thy promised Spirit!Play source: Cyberhymnal
