Book of Psalms
PSALM XLVII.
George Burgess
O all ye nations, clap your hands,
And let your shouts of vict'ry ring,
To praise the Lord of all your lands,
The broad creation's awful King.
He treads the realms beneath our feet,
He breaks the hostile armies down,
And gives and guards his chosen seat,
The home of Jacob's old renown.
God is gone up with shouting throngs;
Before him peal'd the trumpet's call:
Oh, sing to God with lofty songs;
Sing praises to the Lord of all!
Oh, sing to God a royal strain,
To earth's high King a raptur'd cry:
God o'er the nations spreads his reign,
God lifts his holy seat on high.
The heirs of many a Gentile throne
With God's and Abraham's seed adore:
The shields of earth are all his own,
And high as heav'n his glories soar.
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Poetry of the Psalms
The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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