A translation of the psalms of David attempted in the Spirit of Christianity, and adapted to the divine service. By Christopher Smart |
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 | A translation of the psalms of David |  |
PSALM CIII.
The praises, O my soul, restore
To God, as thus I kneel,
And all mine inward man adore
His holy name with zeal.
To God, as thus I kneel,
And all mine inward man adore
His holy name with zeal.
The praises, O my soul, repeat
To Christ, which paid thy debt,
Nor ever to remembrance sweet
His benefits forget;
To Christ, which paid thy debt,
Nor ever to remembrance sweet
His benefits forget;
Which all thy fault and frailty spares,
As his high merits plead,
And thine infirmity repairs
With succour in thy need.
As his high merits plead,
And thine infirmity repairs
With succour in thy need.
Which suffer'd from the gulf profound
Thy spirit to redeem,
And has thy life with mercy crown'd,
And tenderness extreme.
Thy spirit to redeem,
And has thy life with mercy crown'd,
And tenderness extreme.
Which makes a plenteous fare thine own,
And all thy nerves has strung;
E'en like an eagle newly flown,
So lusty and so young.
And all thy nerves has strung;
E'en like an eagle newly flown,
So lusty and so young.
The Lord in righteousness decrees
The judgment of the poor,
And from the foul oppressor frees
All those that wrong endure.
The judgment of the poor,
And from the foul oppressor frees
All those that wrong endure.
His way to Moses he disclos'd
On Horeb's hallow'd rock;
His works stupendous interpos'd
To save his chosen flock.
On Horeb's hallow'd rock;
His works stupendous interpos'd
To save his chosen flock.
The Lord, with boundless love and grace,
Has mercy on our state;
And long he bears the headstrong race,
His goodness is so great.
Has mercy on our state;
And long he bears the headstrong race,
His goodness is so great.
His spirit will not always strive
With guilt abash'd by fear,
Nor can his utmost wrath survive
One penitential tear.
With guilt abash'd by fear,
Nor can his utmost wrath survive
One penitential tear.
He has not with our vices dealt
According to their cry;
Nor have our sins his anger felt,
Like their most grievous dye.
According to their cry;
Nor have our sins his anger felt,
Like their most grievous dye.
For look how high the heav'n is made
Above the verdant sod,
So great his mercy is display'd
To all that fear their God.
Above the verdant sod,
So great his mercy is display'd
To all that fear their God.
And see how wide yon eastern ray
Is from its western course,
So far from us that weep and pray
He shall our sins divorce.
Is from its western course,
So far from us that weep and pray
He shall our sins divorce.
Yea, as a tender father's love
Is to his child inclin'd,
E'en with such pity—far above
Such pity—God is kind.
Is to his child inclin'd,
E'en with such pity—far above
Such pity—God is kind.
For well the Maker knows the mould,
And gives allowance just;
And he remembers that we hold
A frame of mortal dust.
And gives allowance just;
And he remembers that we hold
A frame of mortal dust.
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The days of man are as the hour
Of verdure on the lawn—
He thrives as flourishes the flow'r
That opens to the dawn.
Of verdure on the lawn—
He thrives as flourishes the flow'r
That opens to the dawn.
For chives and stem to death are doom'd
By passing winds that blow,
And that gay place on which they bloom'd
No more their sweets shall know.
By passing winds that blow,
And that gay place on which they bloom'd
No more their sweets shall know.
But God the Word has ever stood
By all his faithful sons,
And in the blood benign and good,
The certain blessing runs
By all his faithful sons,
And in the blood benign and good,
The certain blessing runs
For such as with attention deep
Reflect upon his will,
And all his laws with spirit keep,
And chearfully fulfil.
Reflect upon his will,
And all his laws with spirit keep,
And chearfully fulfil.
God on his right has rais'd a seat
To place the spotless Lamb;
Thrones, Pow'rs, Dominions kiss the feet
Of Jesus Christ “I AM.”
To place the spotless Lamb;
Thrones, Pow'rs, Dominions kiss the feet
Of Jesus Christ “I AM.”
O praise the Lord, angelic band,
In excellency strong;
Ye that obey his dread command,
Or hearken to his song.
In excellency strong;
Ye that obey his dread command,
Or hearken to his song.
O praise the Lord, all ye his hosts,
Upon his will intent;
Ye servants that maintain your posts
In highest heav'n's ascent.
Upon his will intent;
Ye servants that maintain your posts
In highest heav'n's ascent.
O all ye works, your Maker bless,
The good and gracious Lord;
And with all energy and stress
Do thou, my soul, accord.
The good and gracious Lord;
And with all energy and stress
Do thou, my soul, accord.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |