Clap Your Hands, All You Peoples

1For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.

2For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great king over all the earth.

3He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

4He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. Pause.

5God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.

6Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

7For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.

8God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.

9The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.