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Psalm 80. 12, 13, 14.
Why hast thou then broken down her hedge, that all they that go by pluck off her grapes? The wild Boar out of the Wood doth root it up, and the wild Beasts of the field devour it: Turne thee again thou God of Hosts, look down from heaven, behold and visit this Vine.
Come Lord and look how thy poor Vine lies wast,
Her hedg is broke down every hour.
And if thou dost not make the greater haste
The Wild bore will her grapes devour.
Come Lord, thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
Her hedg is broke down every hour.
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The Wild bore will her grapes devour.
Come Lord, thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
Lord 'tis that Vine which thy right hand hath planted,
And fenc'd about for thine own use.
But she alas too long thy care hath wanted
And little fruit she doth produce,
Come Lord thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
And fenc'd about for thine own use.
But she alas too long thy care hath wanted
And little fruit she doth produce,
Come Lord thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
Her Sprigs are dry, the holy Sacraments
Are stopt, or run not free to all;
Her Watch men disagreeing make her rents
So wide, she doth to pieces fall.
Come Lord, thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
Are stopt, or run not free to all;
Her Watch men disagreeing make her rents
So wide, she doth to pieces fall.
Come Lord, thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
Under her shade we did securely rest
And comfort we did take in it.
But now we pine away with grief opprest
To see her in th dust to sit,
Come Lord thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
And comfort we did take in it.
But now we pine away with grief opprest
To see her in th dust to sit,
Come Lord thine aid we crave,
Come quickly her to save.
Our hearts are broke, our Harps unstringed be,
Our only Musick's sighes and groans.
Our Songs are to the tune of Lachrymæ,
W'are fretted all to skin and bones.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
Our only Musick's sighes and groans.
Our Songs are to the tune of Lachrymæ,
W'are fretted all to skin and bones.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
This is the last and worst Age we live in,
For the most righteous go to wrack;
Then set an end unto these dayes of sin
And misery; thy help we lack.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
For the most righteous go to wrack;
Then set an end unto these dayes of sin
And misery; thy help we lack.
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Quickly come and ease us.
Punish the men are settled on their Lees,
And at our suffrings make a sport;
But lift the hands up that fall down, the knees
That feeble are, do thou support.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
And at our suffrings make a sport;
But lift the hands up that fall down, the knees
That feeble are, do thou support.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
Bind up our wounds and pour in oyl & wine
Give Cordials to our heavy hearts,
Make up the mounds once more about this Vine,
Repair her breaches on all parts.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
Give Cordials to our heavy hearts,
Make up the mounds once more about this Vine,
Repair her breaches on all parts.
Come, O come Lord Jesus,
Quickly come and ease us.
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