1 O all ye People, clap your Hands,
And with triumphant voices sing;
No force the mighty power withstands
Of God, the universal King.

2 He shall assaulting foes repel,
And with Success our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
The pride of Jacob, His delight.

3 God is gone up, our Lord and King,
With shouts of joy, and trumpet's sound;
To Him repeated praises sing,
And let the chearful Song go round.

4 Your utmost skill in praise be shown,
For Him, who all the world commands:
Who sits upon His righteous throne,
And spreads His Sway o'er heathen lands.