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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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PSALM LXVI.
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PSALM LXVI.

The honours of the pow'r supreme,
All earth with joy rehearse;
O make his praise the glorious theme
Of everlasting verse.
Confess with wonder and delight,
O God, thy works abound;
How thy magnificence and might
Thine enemies confound!
For ev'ry nation, tongue and clime
Shall adoration pay,
And raise to thee the strains sublime
Thy glories to display.
O come, ye to his church repair,
And from his wonders trace;
How vast his providential care
From all the human race.
The floods were dried at his decree,
On foot through waves we went;
And in the middle of the sea
We sung the great event.
For ever o'er the realms, he rules,
He casts a father's eyes;
But harden'd unbelieving fools
Shall to no honour rise.
Our God, ye realms, with praises crown,
And bless his righteous reign,
And make the voice of his renown
Sweet, audible and plain.
In him we live, we move and breathe,
And all our beings hold;
And lest we slip by guile beneath,
The tempter is controul'd.

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For we, O God, thy test abide,
In love's kind ballance weigh'd;
Thou also hast our spirits try'd
As silver is essay'd.
In hostile snares our bands were caught
Forsaken of our God;
And thou upon our loins has brought
The terrors of thy rod.
Thou suffer'dst men to bruise our head,
And our fair fame to brand;
At length thro' fire and seas we sped
Into this wealthy land.
I will before thy holy shrine
With precious odours wait,
And pay that solemn vow of mine
When I was in a strait.
The rams and goats that us'd to burn,
The Saviour Christ reprieves,
And hymns and anthems serve the turn
Of kidlings and of beeves.
O come, ye guests, whom God has bid
Within his church to bless,
And I will shew you what he did
For David in distress.
To God, who has my organs tun'd,
I with my mouth have sung,
And with him in my heart commun'd,
Which harmoniz'd my tongue.
Should I to wickedness desert,
Who such conviction feel,
The Lord will not my cause assert,
Nor bless me when I kneel.
But now my pray'r his pity moves,
As on my knees I bend;
And he considers and approves
My sighs as they ascend.
Blest be the Lord, which gives me fruit,
As thus I pray and fast;
Nor turns his mercy from my suit,
But loves me to the last.