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 LVII.
Lord, let thy mercy make me whole,
For with a Christian's creed
I seek thy wing, until my soul
From slavery be freed.
For with a Christian's creed
I seek thy wing, until my soul
From slavery be freed.
I will to heav'n my pray'rs detach,
Invoking God most high,
The gracious God which shall dispatch
The righteous cause I try.
Invoking God most high,
The gracious God which shall dispatch
The righteous cause I try.
From heav'n he shall his angel send,
And from this foul disgrace,
The scorn of ruffian bands, defend,
That urge the bloody chace.
And from this foul disgrace,
The scorn of ruffian bands, defend,
That urge the bloody chace.
The Lord shall delegate his truth,
His mercy to display;
My soul lies open to the tooth
Of lions in her way.
His mercy to display;
My soul lies open to the tooth
Of lions in her way.
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Amongst the sons of men I dwell,
Whose guilt their conscience sears,
Whose tongues against the word rebel,
Whose teeth are darts and spears.
Whose guilt their conscience sears,
Whose tongues against the word rebel,
Whose teeth are darts and spears.
Set up the the standard of thy worth,
O Christ, beyond the skies,
O'er every steepl'd fane on earth
Let all thy glories rise.
O Christ, beyond the skies,
O'er every steepl'd fane on earth
Let all thy glories rise.
To press my spirit down, a net
They have in craft prepar'd,
And in the very traps they set
They are themselves ensnar'd.
They have in craft prepar'd,
And in the very traps they set
They are themselves ensnar'd.
My heart is fixt, O God, my heart
Is fixt to change no more;
With all my best melodious art
I will thy praise explore.
Is fixt to change no more;
With all my best melodious art
I will thy praise explore.
Awake thou glorious east, and thou
Awake my lute and lyre,
Myself awake, my morning vow
Right early shall aspire!
Awake my lute and lyre,
Myself awake, my morning vow
Right early shall aspire!
Lord, midst thy tribes with thankful mind
I will thy laud rehearse,
And 'mongst the nations of mankind
My tuneful psalms disperse.
I will thy laud rehearse,
And 'mongst the nations of mankind
My tuneful psalms disperse.
For o'er the heav'n of heav'ns thy love
Inshrines herself in light,
And lofty is thy truth above
The clouds of highest flight.
Inshrines herself in light,
And lofty is thy truth above
The clouds of highest flight.
Set up the standard of thy worth,
O Christ, beyond the skies,
O'er every steepled fane on earth
Let all thy glories rise!
O Christ, beyond the skies,
O'er every steepled fane on earth
Let all thy glories rise!
| A translation of the psalms of David | |