Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together.
Psalm 98:8
Words: John H. Kurzenknabe, in Garlands of Praise, by Asa Hull (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Asa Hull, 1876), page 121.
These instructions were printed with the song: Let the class raise their right hands while singing ‘raise our hands,’ etc. All clap hands four times while singing ‘Clap your hands for joy.’ Also clap hands on the closing words, ‘Clap your tiny hands for joy.’
Tho’ our years are young and our strength is weak,
Tho’ we cannot work like men;
We will raise our hands and for Jesus speak,
We will praise Him all we can.
Refrain
Clap your hands for joy, cheerful songs now bring,
Every little girl and boy;
Jesus loves to hear little children sing,
Clap your tiny hands for joy.
Tho’ we cannot go to the far off lands,
We will gladly volunteer,
All to raise to Jesus our little hands,
And to praise Him far and near.
Refrain
When our lives were bought, He the ransom paid,
And He made us white as snow;
So then raise all hands, for the Savior said,
We should praise Him here below.
Refrain
We shall sing at last with the blood-washed throng,
On the bright celestial shore;
Then we’ll raise our hands till in sweeter song,
We shall praise Him forevermore.
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