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 XXV.
Lord and Master, to thine altar
In the heav'ns by faith I scale,
Let no terror make me faulter,
Nor let enmity prevail.
In the heav'ns by faith I scale,
Let no terror make me faulter,
Nor let enmity prevail.
They shall never be confounded
Who upon thy grace depend,
But false hearts, by conscience wounded,
That without a cause offend.
Who upon thy grace depend,
But false hearts, by conscience wounded,
That without a cause offend.
In thy sacred institutions,
Lord, be thou my gracious guide,
Strengthen my good resolutions,
By thy canons to abide.
Lord, be thou my gracious guide,
Strengthen my good resolutions,
By thy canons to abide.
With a Christian education
Give my soaring soul her scope;
For thou, God of my salvation,
Art alone my daily hope.
Give my soaring soul her scope;
For thou, God of my salvation,
Art alone my daily hope.
Lord, with all their sweet effulgence,
Beam thy mercies on thy fold,
And remember thine indulgence
Shewn to thine elect of old.
Beam thy mercies on thy fold,
And remember thine indulgence
Shewn to thine elect of old.
Lord, upbraid not with the sallies,
And offences of my youth,
But exert that love, which tallies
With thy goodness and thy truth.
And offences of my youth,
But exert that love, which tallies
With thy goodness and thy truth.
Gracious is the Lord, a lover
Of the thing that's just and right;
He the wand'rers shall recover
To the paths of life and light.
Of the thing that's just and right;
He the wand'rers shall recover
To the paths of life and light.
Men of gentle disposition
By his judgments shall he sway;
And for hearts above ambition
Shall facilitate his way.
By his judgments shall he sway;
And for hearts above ambition
Shall facilitate his way.
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Christ is truth with mercy treating
All his congregated sheep,
Which his liturgy repeating
All his ceremonies keep.
All his congregated sheep,
Which his liturgy repeating
All his ceremonies keep.
Lord, for Christ his intercession
In the blood of every stripe,
Spare and pardon my transgression,
Gross and for perdition ripe.
In the blood of every stripe,
Spare and pardon my transgression,
Gross and for perdition ripe.
Where's the man dispos'd to center
All his views in God the word,
He shall by his guidance enter
In the way that Christ preferr'd.
All his views in God the word,
He shall by his guidance enter
In the way that Christ preferr'd.
After death his soul surviving,
Shall in peace her hours employ,
And his seed, thro' promise, thriving,
Shall their native land enjoy.
Shall in peace her hours employ,
And his seed, thro' promise, thriving,
Shall their native land enjoy.
All the mysteries and mazes
Of the providential year,
To the man that fears and praises,
Clear, as nature's laws, appear.
Of the providential year,
To the man that fears and praises,
Clear, as nature's laws, appear.
For the church and constitution
I my soul by pray'r sublime,
From unequal destibution,
And the snares of men to climb.
I my soul by pray'r sublime,
From unequal destibution,
And the snares of men to climb.
Turn again, O Lord, restore me,
Let my breathings have access;
For the gloomy scenes before me
Are desertion and distress.
Let my breathings have access;
For the gloomy scenes before me
Are desertion and distress.
Sorrows in my heart are heighten'd,
And upon my spirit fall:
In afflictions am I streighten'd,
Lord, deliver me from all.
And upon my spirit fall:
In afflictions am I streighten'd,
Lord, deliver me from all.
Look upon the fierce invasion
Of the powers that war within,
Mov'd from thence to take occasion
Of forgiveness to my sin.
Of the powers that war within,
Mov'd from thence to take occasion
Of forgiveness to my sin.
See my foes, how much recruited,
To what swarms their musters swell,
Who my prowess have disputed,
And in tyrant hate rebel:
To what swarms their musters swell,
Who my prowess have disputed,
And in tyrant hate rebel:
From the fury, that has thirsted
For my soul, O set me free,
Let me not be sham'd and worsted,
Since I put my trust in thee.
For my soul, O set me free,
Let me not be sham'd and worsted,
Since I put my trust in thee.
Let fair dealing and perfection
Steer me, as my course I run,
For my calling and election,
And my hope is Christ, thy Son.
Steer me, as my course I run,
For my calling and election,
And my hope is Christ, thy Son.
All thy flock, which travel weakens,
Lord, by daily grace refresh;
Save the bishops, priests and deacons,
From the devil, world and flesh.
Lord, by daily grace refresh;
Save the bishops, priests and deacons,
From the devil, world and flesh.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |