Clap your hands, all peoples!
Shout to God with loud songs of joy!
For the LORD, the Most High, is to be feared,
a great king over all the earth.
He subdued peoples under us,
and nations under our feet.
He chose our heritage for us,
the pride of Jacob whom he loves. Selah
God has gone up with a shout,
the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.
Sing praises to God, sing praises!
Sing praises to our King, sing praises!
For God is the King of all the earth;
sing praises with a psalm!
God reigns over the nations;
God sits on his holy throne.
The princes of the peoples gather
as the people of the God of Abraham.
For the shields of the earth belong to God;
he is highly exalted!
by: Susan Bond.
Yesterday I was able to grab just a few minutes of peace before the grandchildren and their ornery chocolate lab puppy woke up—you know, that peace that only God gives (Philippians 4:7; John 14:27).
Reflecting on Psalm 47, I’m appreciating anew the kind of King we have. What if the Ruler of all the earth were like the Egyptian Pharaoh who, instead of saying, “Cast all your cares on me” (1 Peter 5:7, paraphrased), demanded us to make an impossible number of bricks just so he could whip us (Exodus 5:13,14)? Play the trumpet, shout, and clap indeed! Ours is a King who took the severest whippings to buy our peace.