Poems upon several occasions (1673) | ||
PSAL. LXXX.
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Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keepGive ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loued 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
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In Ephraims view and Benjamins,And in Manasse's sight
Awake thy strength, come, and be seen
To save us by thy might.
3
Turn us again, thy grace divineTo us O God vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine
And then we shall be safe.
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4
Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,How long wilt thou declare
Thy smoaking wrath, and angry brow
Against thy peoples praire.
5
Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears,Their bread with tears they eat,
And mak'st them largely drink the tears
Wherwith their cheeks are wet.
6
A strife thou mak'st us and a preyTo every neighbour foe,
Among themselves they laugh, they play,
And flouts at us they throw
7
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.
8
A Vine from Ægypt thou hast brought,Thy free love made it thine,
And drov'st out Nations proud and haut
To plant this lovely Vine.
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Thou did'st prepare for it a placeAnd root it deep and fast
That it began to grow apace,
And fill'd the land at last.
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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.
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Her branches on the western sideDown to the Sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide
Her other branches went.
12
Why hast thou laid her Hedges lowAnd brok'n down her Fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,
With rudest violence?
13
The tusked Boar out of the woodUp turns it by the roots,
Wild Beasts there brouze, and make their food
Her Grapes and tender Shoots.
14
Return now, God of Hosts, look downFrom Heav'n, thy Seat divine,
Behold us, but without a frown,
And visit this thy Vine.
15
Visit this Vine, which thy right handHath set, and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thy self
Thou hast made firm and strong.
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But now it is consum'd with fire,And cut with Axes down,
They perish at thy dreadfull ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.
17
Upon the man of thy right handLet thy good hand be laid,
Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
Strong for thy self hast made.
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So shall we not go back from theeTo 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.
Poems upon several occasions (1673) | ||