O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.@Psalm 47:1
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Thomas Haweis (1734-1820)

Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.

Richmond (Haweis) Thomas Haweis, Carmina Christo 1792 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heav’nly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpets’ joyful sound.

While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth His honors sing;
O’er all the earth He reigns.

Rehearse His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

In Israel stood His ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;
But now He calls the world His own,
And heathens taste His grace.

The British islands are the Lord’s,
There Abraham’s God is known;
While powers and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before His throne.