Classic Poem

Let all in sweet accord
Clap hands, their voices raise,
In honour of the Lord;
And loudly sing His praise,
Who from above
Dire lightning flings;
The King of kings,
Of all that move.

Whole nations of our foes
Beneath our feet hath thrown,
A fair possession chose
For us that are His own;
The dignity
Of Israel
Belov'd so well
By the Most High.

In triumph God ascends,
With trumpets shrill, and shalms,
Praise Him who His defends;
O praise our King with psalms!
For God is King
Of all the earth,
With sacred mirth
His praises sing.

God o'er the heathen reigns,
Sits on His holy throne;
All whom the earth sustains
Shall worship Him alone.
His shield extends
In their defence,
His excellence
All height transcends.