Clap your hands, you people all,
praise the God on whom you 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 heaven!
Power He now to us imparts;
praise Him with believing hearts.

Wonderful in saving power,
Him let all our hearts adore;
earth and heaven repeat the cry,
'Glory be to God most high!'


Charles Wesley (1707-88)