Pt 418/Ps 47 Praise the Lord, ye lands

J. Worp, D. Sanderman
J. Worp, D. Sanderman

1 Praise the Lord, ye lands;
Nations, clap your hands;
Shout aloud to God,
Spread His fame abroad;
Praise Him loud and long
With a triumph song;
Bow as ye draw nigh,
For the Lord Most High,
Terrible is He
In His dignity;
And His Kingdom's girth
Circles all the earth.

2 God has gone on high
With a joyful cry;
Hosts with trumpet sound
Make His praise abound;
Sing ye praise to God,
Tell His fame abroad,
Take a psalm and shout,
Let His praise ring out,
Lift your voice and sing
Glory to our King;
He is Lord of earth,
Magnify His worth.

3 Praise His majesty
God is King alone
On His holy throne,
Issues His commands
To all heathen lands.
Lo, the princes all
Gather at His call;
His the shields of earth,
His the power, the worth;
He, the God on high,
Is our Helper nigh.

Bron: Psalter 418 naar Psalm 47

Ps 47 Juicht, o volken, juicht / Laus Deo, Salus Populo - Psalm 47

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