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Psalme. LXXX.
The Argument.
This Psalme doth aske: deliuerance,from hard captiuitie:
In peace and truth: good Christians,
should pray Christes church to bee.
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Thou shepeheard king: of Israell,that Ioseph ledst as shepe:
On Cherubin: that sittest so well,
heare now, appeare, and kepe.
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For Ephraym: and Beniamin,and eke Manasses sake:
Stirre vp thy power: and strength of thyne,
and vs to mercy take.
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Restore vs God: to loue agayne,and shyne on vs thy face:
If thou Lord wylt: vs visite playne,
we shall be safe by grace.
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Thou Lord and God: of hostes I say,how long shall fret thyne ire?
Agaynst thy folke: which daily pray,
to thee in meeke desyre.
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Thou feedst them full: wyth bread of teares,they mourne for wo at meat:
Thou geuest them drinke: in weping feares,
in heaped measure great.
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A cause of stryfe: thou makest vs be,to all our neyghbours next:
They rayle on vs: and scornd be we,
our foes vs sore haue vext.
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Turne vs to thee: thou God of hostes,and shyne thy face on vs:
Kepe vs in peace: represse theyr bostes,
and whole we shalbe thus.
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Thou didst translate: from Egipt darke,a vyne euen so thou wouldst:
To plant it there: it was thy warke,
whence Paynyms were expulst.
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Thou madest it rome: first clensd by hand,from Cananites the weedes:
And roote it toke: it spred the land,
these were thy godly deedes.
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The hyls were closde: wyth shade of it,the hyll of Syon house:
The boughes thereof: dyd sprede so fit,
lyke Ceders glorious.
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She did extend: her braunches wyde,to touch the seas extremes:
In length it went: a long the syde,
of Euphrates the streames.
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Why hast thou beat: his closure downe,to lay as open soyle?
That they which walke: from towne to towne
her grapes myght freely spoyle.
13
The tushy bore: of woode full fierce,doth route it vp to stoure:
A sauage beast: whose meat is gyrse,
doth wholy it deuoure.
14
Turne thee we praye: thou God of hosts,looke down from heauen in speede:
Beholde this vine: in all our costes,
and visite it at neede.
15
The vyneyard place: behold also,which thy right hand did set:
For thy sonnes sake: defend therto,
the braunch thou madst so great.
16
With fyer brent: it is cut downe,thy wrath was cause in sight:
But they shal quayle: (when thou doost frown)
which wrought this dedly spite.
17
Extend thy hand: vpon the man,of thy right mighty hand:
Upon the sonne: of man that can,
thy foes by strength withstand.
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And so shall we: no more receede,from thee so wyde to fall:
Yf thou reuiuest: vs than in deede,
thy name extoll we shall.
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O Lord our God: turne vs agayne,from erryng far from thee:
Shew vs thy light: of face so fayne,
all whole then shall we bee.
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