To the chiefe musition, a psalme (to be song) of the children of Corach. Clap your handes all ye people: make a noise vnto the Lorde with a ioyfull voyce.

For God is hygh and terrible: he is the great king vpon all the earth.

He wyll subdue the people vnder vs: and the nations vnder our feete.

He hath chosen for vs our inheritaunce: the glorie of Iacob who he loued. Selah.

The Lorde ascendeth in a triumph: and God with the sounde of a trumpet.

Syng psalmes to the Lorde, syng psalmes: syng psalmes to our kyng, sing psalmes.

For the Lorde is kyng of all the earth: syng psalmes all you that haue skyll.

God raigneth ouer the heathen: God sitteth vpon his holy throne.

The princes of the people are assembled together for to be the people of the God of Abraham: for the shieldes of the earth be Gods, who is hyghly exalted.