All people, clap your hands; to God with voice of triumph shout:
O Lord our God, us save, and gather the heathen from among, That we thy holy name may praise in a triumphant song.
Let all the earth unto the Lord send forth a joyful noise; Lift up your voice aloud to him, sing praises, and rejoice.
God is our refuge and our strength, in straits a present aid;
God is with shouts gone up, the Lord with trumpets sounding high.
Let floods clap hands, and let the hills together joy declare
Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.