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Pt 418/Ps 47 Praise the Lord, ye lands
Verzen:
J. Worp, D. Sanderman
J. Worp, D. Sanderman
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Praise the Lord, ye lands; Nations, clap your hands; Shout aloud to God, Spread His fame abroad; Praise Him loud and long With a triumph song; Bow as ye draw nigh, For the Lord Most High, Terrible is He In His dignity; And His Kingdom's girth Circles all the earth.
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God has gone on high With a joyful cry; Hosts with trumpet sound Make His praise abound; Sing ye praise to God, Tell His fame abroad, Take a psalm and shout, Let His praise ring out, Lift your voice and sing Glory to our King; He is Lord of earth, Magnify His worth.
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Praise His majesty Understandingly; God is King alone On His holy throne, Issues His commands To all heathen lands. Lo, the princes all Gather at His call; His the shields of earth, His the power, the worth; He, the God on high, Is our Helper nigh.
J. Worp, D. Sanderman
Ps 47 Juicht, o volken, juicht / Laus Deo, Salus Populo - Psalm 47