Psal. LXXX.

Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep     Give ear in time of need,     Who leadest like a flock of sheep     Thy loved Josephs seed,     That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright     Between their wings out-spread     Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,     And on our foes thy dread.     In Ephraims view and Benjamins,     And in Manasse's sight     Awake*1 thy strength, come, and be seen     To save us by thy might.     Turn us again, thy grace divine     To us O God vouchsafe;     Cause thou thy face on us to shine     And then we shall be safe.     Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,     How long wilt thou declare     Thy *2smoaking wrath, and angry brow     Against thy peoples praire.     Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears,     Their bread with tears they eat,     And mak'st them*3 largely drink the tears     Wherewith their cheeks are wet.     A strife thou mak'st us and a prey     To every neighbour foe,     Among themselves they *3laugh, they play,     And *flouts at us they throw.     Return us, and thy grace divine,     O God of Hosts vouchsafe     Cause thou thy face on us to shine,     And then we shall be safe.     A Vine from Aegypt thou hast brought,     Thy free love made it thine,     And drov'st out Nations proud and haut     To plant this lovely Vine.     Thou did'st prepare for it a place     And root it deep and fast     That it began to grow apace,     And fill'd the land at last.     With her green shade that cover'd all,     The Hills were over-spread     Her Bows as high as Cedars tall     Advanc'd their lofty head.     Her branches on the western side     Down to the Sea she sent,     And upward to that river wide     Her other branches went.     Why hast thou laid her Hedges low     And brok'n down her Fence,     That all may pluck her, as they go,     With rudest violence?     The tusked Boar out of the wood     Up turns it by the roots,     Wild Beasts there brouze, and make their food     Her Grapes and tender Shoots.     Return now, God of Hosts, look down     From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,     Behold us, but without a frown,     And visit this thy Vine.     Visit this Vine, which thy right hand     Hath set, and planted long,     And the young branch, that for thy self     Thou hast made firm and strong.     But now it is consum'd with fire,     And cut with Axes down,     They perish at thy dreadfull ire,     At thy rebuke and frown.     Upon the man of thy right hand     Let thy good hand be laid,     Upon the Son of Man, whom thou     Strong for thyself hast made.     So shall we not go back from thee     To wayes of sin and shame,     Quick'n us thou, then gladly wee     Shall call upon thy Name.     Return us, and thy grace divine     Lord God of Hosts voutsafe,     Cause thou thy face on us to shine,     And then we shall be safe.