All na­tions, clap your hands,
Let shouts of tri­umph ring,
For migh­ty ov­er all the lands
The Lord most high is king.

Above our migh­ty foes
He gave us pow­er to stand,
And as our he­ri­tage He chose
The good­ly pro­mised land.

With shouts as­cends our king,
With trum­pet’s stir­ring call;
Praise God, praise God, His prais­es sing,
For God is Lord of all.

O sing in joy­ful strains,
And make His glo­ry known;
God over all the na­tions reigns,
And ho­ly is His throne.

Our fa­thers’ God to own
The kings of earth draw nigh,
For none can save but God alone,
He is the Lord Most High.