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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 LXXXIII.

O God, no more thy word withhold,
Nor from our suit refrain,
But let thine oracles unfold
Thy gracious will again.
For lo! thy foes collect in swarms,
By busy murm'rers led;
And traitors in a thousand forms
Have lifted up their head.
For they against thy saints consult,
Who make the church their care;
And mine with treach'ries occult
The men of private pray'r.
Come let us root them out, they said,
By factious fury link'd,
Till tribes be desolations made,
And Israel's name extinct.
For they have held with one consent
Against the Lord's elect;
And with confed'rate discontent
Our infamy project.

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Fierce Edomites their camp arrange,
And Ishmael's sons convene;
And Moabites a league exchange
To join the Hagarene.
Gebal with Ammon's force unites,
And Amalek attends;
And proud Philistia's chief invites
The Tyrians for his friends.
There Ashur too himself allies,
And has his blood forgot;
And with his rebel host supplies
The spurious seed of Lot.
But their embattl'd legions quell
As Madian's bands of old;
As Jabin, and as Sisera fell,
Where Kison's waters roll'd.
Who were from pompous chariots flung,
And mixt with Endor's dust,
And their dead carcasses like dung
Beneath the surface thrust.
As Zeb and Oreb far'd, the same
For their attempts provide;
Yea Zeba and Zalmunna's shame
Their chief and troops betide!
Let us with impious threats, they cry,
Upon the temples prey,
And from the shrines of the most high
The sacred gold convey.
Lord, back again their squadrons wheel,
Before such deeds are done,
And light as stubble let them feel
The changing wind and run.
As flames the woody mountain burn;
And in themselves expire;
So on their host their fury turn,
As they from us retire.
As thy tempestuous blasts pursue,
And dreadful thunder sounds,
Let them be warn'd, nor more renew
Their insults on our bounds.
O Lord, with shame's ingenuous sense
Their listless souls awake;
That they may a new life commence
And to thine altar make.
And all confusion in thy end,
And terrors after death,
In thy great love do thou defend
By thine all-pow'rful BREATH.
And they shall know, that thou whose love,
Can from such depths redeem,
E'n thou, LORD JESUS, art above
All thrones and pow'rs supreme.