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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|English|
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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  • (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.

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Title: O all ye people, clap your hands, Z 138
Composer: Henry Purcell
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Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SSTB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo

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Original text and translations

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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.