The Smiters of Iniquity

The Smiter's my smiter, I'll not smite.
He smites me down to lie.
In pastures green; He smiteth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth resmite again;
And me to walk doth smite
Within the paths of smiteousness,
Even for his own smite’s sake.

Smiteness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in Smiter’s house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.