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 XXXII.
The man is blest that is asham'd
Of vice, and by the Lord reclaim'd,
Anew his life begins;
Who by his penitence abides,
Sav'd by that charity that hides
The multitude of sins.
Of vice, and by the Lord reclaim'd,
Anew his life begins;
Who by his penitence abides,
Sav'd by that charity that hides
The multitude of sins.
The man to whom the Lord remits
His foul transgression, and acquits
Of all his evil ways;
In whose serene ingenuous smile
Is no deception, and no guile
In that he thinks or says.
His foul transgression, and acquits
Of all his evil ways;
In whose serene ingenuous smile
Is no deception, and no guile
In that he thinks or says.
When on the ash myself I cast
With sharp remorse for errors past,
And grief too great to speak;
Upon my pangs my lips were seal'd,
With groanings not to be reveal'd,
My flesh and bones were weak.
With sharp remorse for errors past,
And grief too great to speak;
Upon my pangs my lips were seal'd,
With groanings not to be reveal'd,
My flesh and bones were weak.
For in the day, and on my bed,
Thy hand lies heavy on my head
My failings to chastise;
My moisture scarce affords a tear,
Like earth what time the sultry year
Her bursting bosom dries.
Thy hand lies heavy on my head
My failings to chastise;
My moisture scarce affords a tear,
Like earth what time the sultry year
Her bursting bosom dries.
I will acknowledge mine offence,
And wail my forfeit innocence,
As I thy grace invoke;
The base injustice of my deed
I said, nor with myself agreed
Its heinous filth to cloak.
And wail my forfeit innocence,
As I thy grace invoke;
The base injustice of my deed
I said, nor with myself agreed
Its heinous filth to cloak.
I said I will redeem the time,
And to the Lord confess my crime
In that I have transgress'd;
And Christ, of peerless pow'r to save,
All mine iniquity forgave,
And my contrition bless'd.
And to the Lord confess my crime
In that I have transgress'd;
And Christ, of peerless pow'r to save,
All mine iniquity forgave,
And my contrition bless'd.
By this the pious shall be warm'd,
And many a righteous vow perform'd
Where thou art to be found;
But conscious sinners from thy fane
Through overwhelming guilt abstain,
And fear themselves to sound.
And many a righteous vow perform'd
Where thou art to be found;
But conscious sinners from thy fane
Through overwhelming guilt abstain,
And fear themselves to sound.
Thy bosom is my soul'd retreat,
And there she would herself secrete
From all this world of woe;
Thou shalt inspire me to prevail,
And songs of gratulation hail
My triumph as I go.
And there she would herself secrete
From all this world of woe;
Thou shalt inspire me to prevail,
And songs of gratulation hail
My triumph as I go.
I will to thee my ways unfold,
And teach thee whence thou shou'dst withhold
And where thy steps advance;
I thy misdoubtings will decide,
And with mine eye will be thy guide
From error and mischance.
And teach thee whence thou shou'dst withhold
And where thy steps advance;
I thy misdoubtings will decide,
And with mine eye will be thy guide
From error and mischance.
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Be ye not like to horse or mule,
That are not bless'd with reason's rule,
But restless and untam'd,
Until they're here and there impell'd,
Their mouths with bit and bridle held,
And feet in trammels fram'd.
That are not bless'd with reason's rule,
But restless and untam'd,
Until they're here and there impell'd,
Their mouths with bit and bridle held,
And feet in trammels fram'd.
A multitude of woes shall wait
Upon the wicked, whose estate
Is desperate and dread,
But those whom Christ has call'd to grace,
The heavenly mercy-beams embrace,
And their mild influence shed.
Upon the wicked, whose estate
Is desperate and dread,
But those whom Christ has call'd to grace,
The heavenly mercy-beams embrace,
And their mild influence shed.
Be glad in God, ye sons of light,
Who think and speak and act aright,
And you ye sound of heart,
Whom Satan's wiles could ne'er decoy,
In fulness of immortal joy
Home to your peace depart.
Who think and speak and act aright,
And you ye sound of heart,
Whom Satan's wiles could ne'er decoy,
In fulness of immortal joy
Home to your peace depart.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |