Psalm 79

O Lord, our God, thine heritage
Rude heathen now invade,
Jerus'lem, through their barb'rous rage,
A ruinous heap is made.
Thy holy Temple they defil'd,
And thy Saints bodies given,
Some to the beasts, some to the wild
And ravenous fowls of heaven.
Their blood about Jerusalem,
Like water have they shed:
And none was left to bury them,
When they were flain and dead.
Our neighbours with reproachful mocks
And scornfull tauntings flout:
We are become as laughing-stocks,
To them that dwell about.
How long, O Lord, continually,
Shall thy fierce wrath persever?
Shall thine outragious jealousie
Burn out like fire for ever?
'Gainst heathen men that know thee not
Powr out, powr out the same:
And let it be the Kingdoms lot,
That calls not on thy Name.
For they have eat up Jacobs seed,
And lay'd his dwelling wast;
O let not any past misdeed,
Against us now be plac'd.

2. Part.
PRevent us soon with tender grace,
For we are much brought down:
O God our Saviour help our case,
To get thy Name renown.
Save us and purge our •ns away,
For thy Names sake that bears:
O wherefore should the heathen say,
Where is that God of theirs?
O let him be acknowledged,
By heathens in our sight:
The servants bloud which they have shed,
Let just revenge requite.
To sighs of prisoners give access,
And LORD preserve thou them:
Even of thy powers almightiness,
Whom they to death condemn.
Into their bosomes sevenfold,
O recompence the shame;
Wherewith our neighbours have bin bold,
To vilifie thy Name.
So we thy flock and heritage,
Will ever bless thy Name;
And spread thy praise from age to age,
And never cease the same.