A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXXX.
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Psalm LXXX.
Shepherd of Israel, who do'st guide
Joseph thy Flock, give Ear;
Who mid'st the Cherubs do'st reside,
Shine forth, and bright appear.
Before Manasseh, Benjamin,
And Ephraim, Jacob's Seed,
Stir up thy Strength, thy March begin,
Come save us, Lord, with Speed.
Joseph thy Flock, give Ear;
Who mid'st the Cherubs do'st reside,
Shine forth, and bright appear.
Before Manasseh, Benjamin,
And Ephraim, Jacob's Seed,
Stir up thy Strength, thy March begin,
Come save us, Lord, with Speed.
Turn us again, and let thy Face
For our Salvation shine;
How long, O Lord, will be the Space
'Ere Thou thy Ear incline?
With Tears for Bread Thou feed'st our Life,
For Drink do'st Tears impose;
To Neighbours we are made a Strife,
And Laughter to our Foes.
For our Salvation shine;
How long, O Lord, will be the Space
'Ere Thou thy Ear incline?
With Tears for Bread Thou feed'st our Life,
For Drink do'st Tears impose;
To Neighbours we are made a Strife,
And Laughter to our Foes.
Turn us, Lord God of Hosts, we pray,
And we'll thy Praises sing;
The Glories of thy Face display,
Which will Salvation bring.
Thou mov'd'st a Vine, in Egypt found,
To Lands whence Heathens fled;
It took deep Root in labour'd Ground,
And did the Realm o'erspread.
And we'll thy Praises sing;
The Glories of thy Face display,
Which will Salvation bring.
Thou mov'd'st a Vine, in Egypt found,
To Lands whence Heathens fled;
It took deep Root in labour'd Ground,
And did the Realm o'erspread.
The Hills were cover'd with its Shade,
Its Head, like Cedars, rose;
These Boughs it to the Sea convey'd,
And to Euphrates those.
Why then her Fence did'st Thou confound,
And her high Hedges tear,
That all, who now pass by, may wound
Her Limbs, and make her bare?
Its Head, like Cedars, rose;
These Boughs it to the Sea convey'd,
And to Euphrates those.
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And her high Hedges tear,
That all, who now pass by, may wound
Her Limbs, and make her bare?
Part II.
Lord God of Hosts return, we pray,
Thy Ear to us incline;
Look down well pleas'd from Heav'n, survey
And visit this thy Vine.
Regard the Vineyard in our Land,
Planted by thy great Might;
Regard the Branch by thy Right Hand
Made strong for thy Delight.
Thy Ear to us incline;
Look down well pleas'd from Heav'n, survey
And visit this thy Vine.
Regard the Vineyard in our Land,
Planted by thy great Might;
Regard the Branch by thy Right Hand
Made strong for thy Delight.
Behold thy Vine is burnt with Fire,
Her Branches are cut down;
Thy People languish and expire
By thy rebuking Frown.
Stretch forth thy Hand, and let it aid
The Man of thy Right Hand,
The Son of Man, whom thou hast made
Strong for thy Self to stand.
Her Branches are cut down;
Thy People languish and expire
By thy rebuking Frown.
Stretch forth thy Hand, and let it aid
The Man of thy Right Hand,
The Son of Man, whom thou hast made
Strong for thy Self to stand.
Another Metre. As the XXV.
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Israel's Shepherd, hear,
Who Joseph's Flock hast led,
Who 'mid'st the Cherubs dost appear,
Abroad thy Glory spread.
Come save us in the Sight
Of Ephriam, Benjamin,
Manasseh, Lord, shew forth thy Might,
Which they have often seen.
Who Joseph's Flock hast led,
Who 'mid'st the Cherubs dost appear,
Abroad thy Glory spread.
Come save us in the Sight
Of Ephriam, Benjamin,
Manasseh, Lord, shew forth thy Might,
Which they have often seen.
Turn us, O God, again,
Thy Face, Lord, let us see,
And when that Favour we obtain,
We shall deliver'd be.
Lord God of Hosts, O say,
How long must we despair?
How long wilt Thou thy Wrath display
Deaf to thy People's Pray'r?
Thy Face, Lord, let us see,
And when that Favour we obtain,
We shall deliver'd be.
Lord God of Hosts, O say,
How long must we despair?
How long wilt Thou thy Wrath display
Deaf to thy People's Pray'r?
Thou giv'st them Tears for Bread,
Abundant Tears for drink;
To Neighbours we a Strife are made;
Foes laugh to see us sink.
Turn us, O God, again,
Thy Face, Lord, let us see,
And when that Favour we obtain,
We shall deliver'd be.
Abundant Tears for drink;
To Neighbours we a Strife are made;
Foes laugh to see us sink.
Turn us, O God, again,
Thy Face, Lord, let us see,
And when that Favour we obtain,
We shall deliver'd be.
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Thou mov'd'st a chosen Vine
To this, from Egypt's Land,
Drov'st out the Heathen with Design
To plant it with thy Hand.
Fit Room Thou did'st prepare
And mad'st it take deep Root,
It flourish'd by thy tender Care,
And fill'd the Land with Fruit.
To this, from Egypt's Land,
Drov'st out the Heathen with Design
To plant it with thy Hand.
Fit Room Thou did'st prepare
And mad'st it take deep Root,
It flourish'd by thy tender Care,
And fill'd the Land with Fruit.
Her Shade the Hills did hide,
Like Cedars grew her Head;
From Midland Seas her Branches wide
Did to Euphrates spread.
Why did'st Thou level lay
Her Fence, her Hedges tare,
That all, that pass along the Way,
May pluck and make her bare?
Like Cedars grew her Head;
From Midland Seas her Branches wide
Did to Euphrates spread.
Why did'st Thou level lay
Her Fence, her Hedges tare,
That all, that pass along the Way,
May pluck and make her bare?
Part II.
Return, O God, we pray,
To us thy Ear incline;
Look down from Heav'n, O Lord; survey
And visit this thy Vine,
And Vineyard open laid,
Tho' planted by thy Might,
And the chief Branch, which Thou hast made
Strong for thy own Delight.
To us thy Ear incline;
Look down from Heav'n, O Lord; survey
And visit this thy Vine,
And Vineyard open laid,
Tho' planted by thy Might,
And the chief Branch, which Thou hast made
Strong for thy own Delight.
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Fire has her Boughs consum'd,
Great Numbers are cut down;
They are by Wrath to ruin doom'd,
And perish at thy Frown.
The Man of thy Right Hand
Still succour with thy Aid;
The Son of Man, whom to withstand
Thy Foes, Thou strong hast made.
Great Numbers are cut down;
They are by Wrath to ruin doom'd,
And perish at thy Frown.
The Man of thy Right Hand
Still succour with thy Aid;
The Son of Man, whom to withstand
Thy Foes, Thou strong hast made.
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