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 |  |
3
PSALM IV.
To the call of pressing need,
Christ my righteousness repair;
Thou, whose blood my bondage freed,
With compassion hear my pray'r.
Christ my righteousness repair;
Thou, whose blood my bondage freed,
With compassion hear my pray'r.
O ye sons of sinful dust,
Will ye still my fame belye;
As for vanities ye lust,
And to fond delusion fly?
Will ye still my fame belye;
As for vanities ye lust,
And to fond delusion fly?
Know ye this, that God has made
Men of piety his choice;
Wherefore, when I call for aid,
He will hearken to my voice.
Men of piety his choice;
Wherefore, when I call for aid,
He will hearken to my voice.
Flee from sin, and stand in awe,
Sift thyself to curb thy will;
To thy private pray'r withdraw,
To thy conscience and be still.
Sift thyself to curb thy will;
To thy private pray'r withdraw,
To thy conscience and be still.
Offer thou the righteous gift,
Which sincerity bestows:
All your thoughts to Jesus lift,
And in God your trust repose.
Which sincerity bestows:
All your thoughts to Jesus lift,
And in God your trust repose.
Some have made an impious doubt,
And descending grace withstood;
Saying, who shall help us out,
And describe the way to good?
And descending grace withstood;
Saying, who shall help us out,
And describe the way to good?
Lord, do thou the blind illume,
From thy glorious presence dart
Rays of light to clear the gloom,
That surrounds the harden'd heart.
From thy glorious presence dart
Rays of light to clear the gloom,
That surrounds the harden'd heart.
Thou hast made my joy compleat,
Since thro' thee my people thrive;
Such a crop of choicest wheat,
So much wine and oil they hive.
Since thro' thee my people thrive;
Such a crop of choicest wheat,
So much wine and oil they hive.
On my peaceful pillar thrown,
I myself of rest assure;
For 'tis thou, O Lord, alone,
In whose help I dwell secure.
I myself of rest assure;
For 'tis thou, O Lord, alone,
In whose help I dwell secure.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |