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Translations and Poems

Written on Several Occasions [by Samuel Boyse]
  
  

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PSALM IV.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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PSALM IV.

PARAPHRAS'D.

I

O Thou, Almighty Righteousness!
Who oft has sav'd me in Distress;
In Mercy bow thy sov'reign Ear,
Relieve my Woe, my Sorrows hear!

II

From Men, who slight thy sacred Ways,
To thee my weary'd Eyes I raise,
That nothing here below can see
Worthy to be compar'd with thee!

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III

Yet Men, blind Men, their Dreams pursue,
Vain shadowy Forms of Bliss untrue!
And empty Images prefer
To thee, the sole all-beauteous Fair!

IV

Thy piercing Eye, that marks the whole,
Thro' all Disguise can view the Soul;
Can see conceal'd where Virtue lies,
And Innocence unheeded cries!

V

This keeps the pious Mind in awe,
Observant of thy holy Law;
From every Dread that Heart is free,
That feels the conscious Fear of thee!

VI

Supremely merciful and just,
In thee, thy faithful People trust;
To thee their daily Incense bring,
And smile beneath thy guardian Wing.

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VII

Let Earth-born Souls with groveling Sight,
In Wealth or Power, or Pride delight;
More Transport gives a Ray of thine,
Than Britain's Crown, or India's Mine!

VIII

More from this Joy refin'd I taste,
Than Misers from their Bags increas'd;
From thence more Gladness fills my Heart,
Than all the World can e'er impart.

IX

Fed by thy providential Care,
I take content my little Share;
And humbly on thy Aid depend,
Eternal Father, God, and Friend!

X

When the provided Day is done,
And Night with sable Train comes on;
In Peace my weary'd Limbs I lay,
He guards the Night, who gave the Day.

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XI

When breaks the Dawn of rosy Morn,
To thee, the Lord of Life, I turn;
And my awaken'd Senses raise,
Attentive in their Maker's Praise.

XII

Thou great Omniscience! watch my Ways,
Protect my Nights and guide my Days;
Give me thro' Life, obscure or known,
To love and fear but Thee alone!