[For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core.][1]Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.[2]For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great king over all the earth.[3]He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.[4]He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. Pause.[5]God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.[6]Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.[7]For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.[8]God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.[9]The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
Source: ecmarsh.com