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