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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 LXXXI.

To God our strength the strains repay
With gladness and delight;
Make all the musick that you may
To Christ's eternal might.
Take up your voice the psalm to swell,
And strike the timbrel true;
Ye that on lute and harp excel
The sprightly notes renew.
Blow up the trumpet, as you see
The moon's increasing rays,
Nor bate a jot of that decree
That bids us sing and praise.
For this was more coercive made
By him that did no wrong,
Which met the night he was betray'd
To hymn the parting song.
And this he likewise deign'd to teach,
When Joseph's sons return'd
From tyrants of a foreign speech,
With whom they had sojourn'd.
'Twas I, ev'n Christ, thy shoulders eas'd
From weight they could not bear;
And loos'd thy hands by Pharaoh seiz'd,
To shape the potter's ware.
I heard thee humbled and devout,
And girt thy trembling reins;
When cataracts began to spout,
And whirlwinds swept the plains.
I prov'd thee in the floods of strife,
Degraded for thy sake,
The fountain and the bread of life,
Of which ye drank and brake.
Hear, O my flock, and rest assur'd,
Thy hope is Jesus still;
For if thou had thyself inur'd
To my most holy will;
Thy thoughts should not have been deprav'd
To worship wood and stone;
The name in which thou must be sav'd
Is Jesus Christ alone.
I am the Lord thy God that bought
Thy ransom on the rood;
Ope then thy mouth, thou shalt be taught
A taste for heav'nly food.
But ah! the fools and slow of heart
The scriptures to believe
For ever from my laws depart;
My prophets misconceive.
So for a season they were left
To their licentious lust,
And of the grace of God bereft,
Their own conceits to trust.
O that my people had an ear
To that my words expound,
For if Jeshurun's faith and fear
Had in my ways been found;
I should have silenc'd all the boast
Of heathens at a blow,
And turn'd the Lord's victorious host
Against their ghostly foe.

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The tongues that prophesy'd in hate
Should have renounc'd their lies,
But deathless should have been their date,
And their's th'immortal prize.
The shepherd had his best bestow'd
To feed his faithful flock;
While streams of milk and honey flow'd
From Jesus Christ thy rock.