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 XLVI.
God is our hope, the mighty pow'r,
From whence the host its strength derives
A present succour in the hour
Whene'er the battle strives:
From whence the host its strength derives
A present succour in the hour
Whene'er the battle strives:
We shall not therefore be dismay'd
Though earth repeated shocks sustain,
And though the hill should be convey'd
To range the midmost main.
Though earth repeated shocks sustain,
And though the hill should be convey'd
To range the midmost main.
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And tho' the billows swell and roar
And their tremendous tumult make,
Till mountains distant from the shore
The turbulence partake;
And their tremendous tumult make,
Till mountains distant from the shore
The turbulence partake;
The rivers which the floods supply
Shall run with sweet composure down
To glad the fort of God most high,
The place of blest renown.
Shall run with sweet composure down
To glad the fort of God most high,
The place of blest renown.
God in the citadel resides
Where Zion her strong tow'r sublimes;
He shall assist her in the tides
Of wealth and woe betimes.
Where Zion her strong tow'r sublimes;
He shall assist her in the tides
Of wealth and woe betimes.
The heathen rages and revolts,
Whole realms have strange commotions felt;
But God his glorious voice exalts,
And earth herself shall melt.
Whole realms have strange commotions felt;
But God his glorious voice exalts,
And earth herself shall melt.
The Lord of hosts is with our cause,
By him are Jacob's legions led,
And Michael with a million draws
His weapon at our head.
By him are Jacob's legions led,
And Michael with a million draws
His weapon at our head.
O come ye hither and survey
Where God his thunderbolts has hurl'd,
With what destruction and dismay
He hath convuls'd the world.
Where God his thunderbolts has hurl'd,
With what destruction and dismay
He hath convuls'd the world.
All tumults at his mandates cease,
He breaks the bow, the spear he mars,
And to the triumph of his peace
He burns th'embattl'd cars.
He breaks the bow, the spear he mars,
And to the triumph of his peace
He burns th'embattl'd cars.
Be still and know the voice divine,
For exaltation is my due,
And exaltation shall be mine
O'er Gentile and o'er Jew.
For exaltation is my due,
And exaltation shall be mine
O'er Gentile and o'er Jew.
The Lord of hosts is with our cause,
By him are Jacob's legions led,
And Michael with a million draws
His weapon at our head.
By him are Jacob's legions led,
And Michael with a million draws
His weapon at our head.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |