Psalm 47Words: William Kethe The Scottish Psalter of 1635
1 Let all folk with joy clap hands and rejoice, And sing unto God with most cheerful voice 2 For high is the Lord, and fear-ed to be, The earth over all a great King is he. 3 In daunting the folk he hath so well wrought That under our feet whole nations are brought. 4 An heritage fair, He chose us to move Which Jacob enjoyed, Whom he so did love. 5 Our GOD is gone up, With triumph and fame; With sound of the trump To witness the same. 6 Sing praises to GOD; sing praises, I say: To this our great King, Sing praises alway. 7 For of all the earth Our GOD is King; Such as understand Now praise to him sing. 8 The heathen to rule God also doth reign, Who doth still upon His high throne remain. 9 Strange princes do come Unto the Lords fold; Who are his shields His church up to hold. For shields of the world Belong to the Lord His name to exalt Let all men accord. NOTE; another example with an odd number of verses so that the tune does not quite come out right. One wonders how this was sung. Did they just sing that last verse as far as it went? |
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