Psalm LXXX.
1
Hear, mighty shepherd, who the flock
Of Israel dost feed:
Shine from between the Cherubims
And help us at our need.
2
Stir up thy strength, and save us now,
As when thine Ark did go,
Follow'd by Ephraim, Benjamin,
And by Manasseh too.
3
Lord turn us and we shall be safe;
O cause thy face to shine:
And be not angry at the prayer
Of this poor flock of thine.
4
Our tears have been our meat and drink,
That from our eyes did slide:
Our neighbours strive among themselves,
Who shall us most deride.
5
Turn us again, O God of hosts,
And cause thy face to shine:
Upon thy own inheritance,
And save this flock of thine.
6
Thou hast a Vine from Egypt brought,
And cast the heathen out:
Thou didst both plant and make it grow,
And fill the land about.
7
The hills were covered with her shade,
Her boughs like cedars spred:
And from the river to the sea,
Her branches flourished.
8
Why hast thou then laid wast this vine,
And broke her hedges down:
That all that pass may pluck her grapes,
As if they were their own.
9
The boar out of the forrest comes,
Thy vineyard to destroy:
And all the beasts about the fields,
Thy pleasant plant annoy.
10
Return, O Lord, look down from heaven,
Behold this wasted vine:
Which thy right hand alone did plant,
And nourish to be thine.
11
The branch which thou hast propped up,
And strengthned for thine own,
Is now, O Lord, at thy rebuke,
Consum'd and broken down.
12
O let thy hand protect and keep
Thy best beloved One,
Whom thou hast promis'd to support,
And to uphold his throne.
13
So will we never fall from thee,
But ever worship give:
Turn us again, O Lord of hosts,
O smile and we shall live.
