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!