Psalme LXXX.
[Thou Shepheard of thy Israel]
[Part 1.]
Thou Shepheard of thy Israel,
That, Flock-like, leadest Josephs Race:
Who twixt the Cherubims dost dwell,
O heare! shew thy inlightning Face.
Exalt thy saving power before
Manasseh, Ephraim, Benjamin:
O from Captivity restore!
And let thy beames upon us shine.
Great God of Battaile, wilt thou still
Be angry, and our prayers despise?
Bread, steept in teares, our stomacks fill;
We drinke the rivers of our eyes.
Our scoffing Neighbours fall at strife
Among themselves, to share our right:
Great God, restore the dead to life;
And comfort by the quickning light.
Part. 2.
This Vine, from Ægypt brought, (the foe
Expeld) was planted by thy hand:
Thou gav'st it roome and strength to grow,
Vntill her branches fill'd the Land.
The Mountaines tooke a shade from these,
Which like a grove of Cedars stood:
Extending to the Tyrian Seas,
And to Euphrates rowling Floud.
O why hast thou her Fences ras't?
Whilst every Stragler puls her fruit:
The browsing Heard her branches waste;
And salvage Boores plow-up her root.
Great God, returne; this trampled Vine
From Heaven behold with mild aspect:
Once planted by that Hand of thine;
The branches of thy owne Elect.
Which now cut downe, wild Flames devoure;
Through thy fierce wrath to ruine brought:
Protect thy People by thy Power;
And perfect what thy selfe hath wrought.
Reviv'd, we will thy Name adore;
Nor ever from thy Pleasure swerve.
O from Captivity restore,
And by thy powerfull grace preserve!
