1 O all ye People, clap your Hands,
2 And with triumphant Voices sing;
No Force the mighty Pow'r withstands
Of God, the Universal King.
3,4 He shall opposing Nations quell
And with Success our Battles fight;
Shall fix the Place where we must dwell,
The Pride of Jacob, his Delight.

5,6 God is gone up, our Lord and King,
With Shouts of Joy, and Trumpets Sound.
To Him repeated Praises sing,
And let the chearful Song go round.
7,8 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.

9 Our Chiefs, and Tribes, that far from hence
T' adore the God of Abr'am came;
Found Him their constant sure Defence.
How great the glorious is his Name!