God Rules the Milling, Pagan Tribes

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Minister: Lift up your hearts!

Congregation: We lift them up to the Lord!

 

Let all the people clap their hands;

     Shout to God triumphantly.

Our God on high is terrible;

     He is a great, majestic king,

     His kingdom is for all the earth.

 

He is a warrior, conquering,

     He brings the people under us,

The nations fall,

     A footstool as the prophets say.

 

He

chooses our inheritance,

     For Jacob whom He loves.

     What He bestows is excellent.

God shouts as He prepares for war,

     His trumpet makes the nations turn.

Sing praise to God, sing praise to God,

     Sing praise to the king,

     Sing praise to God.

 

Our God is king of all the earth.

     Sing praise with understanding.

God rules the milling pagan tribes;

     God rules all unbelieving thrones,

And does so from His holy throne.

 

The princes all have gathered round,

     The people of God’s holy race.

The shields of earth belong to God,

     Exalt His holy name.

Psalm 47

And so, gracious Father, we worship You now through Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end, amen.

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