Clap Your Hands, Ye People All

Clap your hands, ye people all,

Praise the God on Whom ye call;

Lift your voice, and shout His praise,

Triumph in His sovereign grace!

Glorious is the Lord most High,

Terrible in majesty;

He His sovereign sway maintains,

King o’er all the earth He reigns.

Jesus is gone up on high,

Takes His seat above the sky:

Shout the angel-choirs aloud,

Echoing to the trump of God.

Sons of earth, the triumph join,

Praise Him with the host divine;

Emulate the heavenly powers,

Their victorious Lord is ours.

Shout the God enthroned above,

Trumpet forth His conquering love;

Praises to our Jesus sing,

Praises to our glorious King!

Power is all to Jesus given,

Power o’er hell, and earth, and Heav’n!

Power He now to us imparts;

Praise Him with believing hearts.

Wonderful in saving power,

Him let all our hearts adore;

Earth and Heav’n repeat the cry,

“Glory be to God most High!”