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O all ye people, clap your hands | |||
And make a cheerful noise; | |||
With acclamations to your God | |||
Declare your inward joys. | |||
His high perfections proclaim | |||
Him greatly to be fear'd; | |||
This King of all the world commands | |||
Your honour and regard. | |||
In a triumphant state our Lord | |||
Is gone above the skies: | |||
Trumpet proclaim our joys, and all | |||
Applaud his victories. | |||
Sing cheerful praises to our God, | |||
Sing praises to our King; | |||
He is Lord of all the Earth; his praise | |||
With understanding sing. | |||
God o'er the heathen people reigns, | |||
And in that throne is plac't | |||
Where he in glory sits, and thence | |||
Shall judge the world at last.}} | |||
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Revision as of 18:07, 19 July 2017
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- (Posted 2017-07-19) CPDL #45519: Sibelius
- Editor: Raymond Nagem (submitted 2017-07-19). Score information: Letter, 10 pages, 143 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Edited from British Library Add. MS MS 30930, f. 4r-5v. Contains an editorial realization of the continuo part.
General Information
Title: O all ye people, clap your hands, Z 138
Composer: Henry Purcell
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Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSTB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
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Original text and translations
English text
O all ye people, clap your hands
And make a cheerful noise;
With acclamations to your God
Declare your inward joys.
His high perfections proclaim
Him greatly to be fear'd;
This King of all the world commands
Your honour and regard.
In a triumphant state our Lord
Is gone above the skies:
Trumpet proclaim our joys, and all
Applaud his victories.
Sing cheerful praises to our God,
Sing praises to our King;
He is Lord of all the Earth; his praise
With understanding sing.
God o'er the heathen people reigns,
And in that throne is plac't
Where he in glory sits, and thence
Shall judge the world at last.