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 XL.
I tarried in the house of pray'r
To patient hope resign'd;
And God in his paternal care
To hear my voice inclin'd.
To patient hope resign'd;
And God in his paternal care
To hear my voice inclin'd.
He saved me likewise from the shock
Of terror and dismay,
And set my feet upon a rock
To regulate my way.
Of terror and dismay,
And set my feet upon a rock
To regulate my way.
Such mercies in my mouth inspire
A song of new delight,
A lesson for th'Hebrean lyre,
And grateful to recite.
A song of new delight,
A lesson for th'Hebrean lyre,
And grateful to recite.
This blessed change beyond their thought
The multitude shall see,
And put their trust in God that wrought
This miracle in me.
The multitude shall see,
And put their trust in God that wrought
This miracle in me.
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Blest is the man in God assur'd
Who has not turn'd his side
To him that has the tale procur'd,
Or him that hears in pride.
Who has not turn'd his side
To him that has the tale procur'd,
Or him that hears in pride.
O Lord my God, thy works are plan'd
How marvellous and great,
Thy careful love and bounteous hand
What praises shall relate?
How marvellous and great,
Thy careful love and bounteous hand
What praises shall relate?
If I should set about the task
Their numbers to recount,
It would such shining talents ask
As my mean pow'rs surmount.
Their numbers to recount,
It would such shining talents ask
As my mean pow'rs surmount.
Fat lambs and firstlings of the year
Are better fed than slain;
For thou preferst a duteous ear
To what thy laws contain.
Are better fed than slain;
For thou preferst a duteous ear
To what thy laws contain.
No more the flocks and herds shall die
For sinners to atone—
Then lo! I come—I come—said I
To give myself alone.
For sinners to atone—
Then lo! I come—I come—said I
To give myself alone.
O God, 'tis written in thy book
That I should do thy will,
I from my heart have all forsook
That scripture to fulfill.
That I should do thy will,
I from my heart have all forsook
That scripture to fulfill.
Thy righteousness I have declar'd
Before th'assembled tribes;
O Lord, thou know'st I have not spar'd
In that thy word prescribes.
Before th'assembled tribes;
O Lord, thou know'st I have not spar'd
In that thy word prescribes.
I have not been reserv'd to balk
Thy holy word and ways;
But all the tenour of my talk
Was how their light might blaze.
Thy holy word and ways;
But all the tenour of my talk
Was how their light might blaze.
I have not hid thy loving grace
And thine establish'd truth,
But shewn them to the genuine race
Of Boaz and of Ruth;
And thine establish'd truth,
But shewn them to the genuine race
Of Boaz and of Ruth;
God of mine ancestors and arms,
Do not that truth withhold;
Preserve me in that love, which charms
Reluctance to thy fold.
Do not that truth withhold;
Preserve me in that love, which charms
Reluctance to thy fold.
Woes multitudinous surround,
My grief my spirit wears;
My sins my conscious heart confound,
Out-numbring ev'n my hairs.
My grief my spirit wears;
My sins my conscious heart confound,
Out-numbring ev'n my hairs.
O Lord, in thy good pity please
Thy servant to restore;
And with thy speedy succour ease
The hardships I deplore.
Thy servant to restore;
And with thy speedy succour ease
The hardships I deplore.
Give them, O Lord, the sense of shame
Who seek my soul's distress,
And those with sharp remorse reclaim
That wish me no success.
Who seek my soul's distress,
And those with sharp remorse reclaim
That wish me no success.
Let self-conviction be their lot
Join'd with the contrite sigh,
Who thus their poison'd bolts have shot,
“O fie, upon thee, fie!”
Join'd with the contrite sigh,
Who thus their poison'd bolts have shot,
“O fie, upon thee, fie!”
Let them rejoice whose final scope
Is placed in Christ their king,
And all the sons of love and hope
Their hallelujah sing.
Is placed in Christ their king,
And all the sons of love and hope
Their hallelujah sing.
As for my share of all this earth
It is but mean and poor,
And yet the Lord esteems me worth
A substance to endure.
It is but mean and poor,
And yet the Lord esteems me worth
A substance to endure.
Thou art my help, my Saviour thou,
Of all my goods the sum;
O tarry not, but now, ev'n now,
O come, Lord Jesus, come.
Of all my goods the sum;
O tarry not, but now, ev'n now,
O come, Lord Jesus, come.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |