Verse 1
All nations, clap your hands,
Let shouts of triumph ring,
For mighty over all the lands
The Lord Most High is King.

Verse 2
Above our mighty foes
He gave us pow'r to stand,
And as our heritage He chose
The goodly promised land.

Verse 3
With shouts ascends our King,
With trumpet's stirring call;
Praise God, praise God, His praises sing,
For God is Lord of all.

Verse 4
O sing in joyful strains,
And make His glory known;
God over all the nations reigns,
And holy is His throne.

Verse 5
Our fathers' God to own
The kings of earth draw nigh,
For none can save but God alone,
He is the Lord Most High.