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 XXXVI.
My heart within me is advis'd,
And but too sure conviction finds,
How little God is fear'd or priz'd
By men of worldly minds.
And but too sure conviction finds,
How little God is fear'd or priz'd
By men of worldly minds.
For they're self-flatterers to the last,
And supple servants of the times,
Till that, which sets them most aghast,
Detection blaze their crimes.
And supple servants of the times,
Till that, which sets them most aghast,
Detection blaze their crimes.
Their words are foolish and unfair
And full of falsehood and deceit;
Each act of wisdom they forbear,
With all that's good and meet.
And full of falsehood and deceit;
Each act of wisdom they forbear,
With all that's good and meet.
They mischief on their couches plan,
The broader way of ruin chuse,
Nor that, whose touch defiles a man,
Do they at all refuse.
The broader way of ruin chuse,
Nor that, whose touch defiles a man,
Do they at all refuse.
Thy mercy to thy people's faults
Thou hast in highest heav'n avow'd;
Thy faithfulness itself exalts
Beyond the topmost cloud.
Thou hast in highest heav'n avow'd;
Thy faithfulness itself exalts
Beyond the topmost cloud.
Thy truth's like mountains strong and steep,
Which stand with rock-work for their ground,
And all thy judgments dreadful deep
Are like the vast profound!
Which stand with rock-work for their ground,
And all thy judgments dreadful deep
Are like the vast profound!
Thou, Lord, shalt save both man and beast,
O how transcendent is thy grace:
Beneath thy wings from first to least
All flesh themselves shall place.
O how transcendent is thy grace:
Beneath thy wings from first to least
All flesh themselves shall place.
They from thy stores replenish'd still
Shall in thy spacious dome be fed;
And of thy pleasures take their fill
As from the fountain-head.
Shall in thy spacious dome be fed;
And of thy pleasures take their fill
As from the fountain-head.
For in the holiest height with Thee
In heav'n is life's perennial well,
Light in thy light we there shall see,
And thence irradiate dwell.
In heav'n is life's perennial well,
Light in thy light we there shall see,
And thence irradiate dwell.
O! with thy charity regal'd
Let them that know Thee still remain,
And let thy mercy be intail'd
Upon the good in grain.
Let them that know Thee still remain,
And let thy mercy be intail'd
Upon the good in grain.
O save me from the spurning heel
Of those, that with proud aspect frown,
Nor let his blow the ruffian deal
To cast thy servant down.
Of those, that with proud aspect frown,
Nor let his blow the ruffian deal
To cast thy servant down.
There are they founder'd in the flood
Such as were wicked for reward,
For there's no hope, save in the blood
Of Jesus Christ our Lord.
Such as were wicked for reward,
For there's no hope, save in the blood
Of Jesus Christ our Lord.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |