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Psalm XLVII. (Book 47)
Metre 2. To the 148 Psalm Tune.
〈♫〉〈♫〉LEt all in sweet ac--cord,
〈♫〉〈♫〉clap hands and voi---ces raise
〈♫〉〈♫〉In ho--nour of the Lord,
〈♫〉〈♫〉and loud---ly sing his praise.
〈♫〉〈♫〉For God most high is King of Kings,
〈♫〉〈♫〉and rules all things with Ma-je--sty.
[verse 3] Whole Nations of our foes
he throws beneath our feet.
[verse 4] A happy lot he chose
for us as he thought meet:
The dignity of Israel,
belov'd so well, by the most high.
[verse 5] God is gone up on high
with shouts and trumpets sound,
Ascending glor'ously.
[verse 6] O let him be renown'd;
His praises sing, and loudly raise,
your voice to praise, our Heav'nly King.