Religion

Psalm 80

by William Barton 1598?–1678

From The Book of Psalms in Metre (1644)

Religion

O Israels Shepheard lend thine ear,
Who Josephs flock lead'st out:
Who dwell'st between the Cherubs there,
Shine clearly round about.
In Ephraims and Manassehs sight,
O let thy strength appear:
In Benjamins sight, stir up thy might,
To save us Lord draw near.
O God convert us by thy grace,
And turn our hearts to thee:
Shine on us with thy cheerfull face,
And we shall saved bee.
Lord God of hoasts the most supream,
While we to thee repair;
How long shall burn thy wrath extream,
Against thy peoples pray'r?
With store of brinish tears for meat,
Thou mak'st them to be fed:
And giv'st them tears in measure great,
For drink as well as bread.
Thou mak'st us in our neighbours eies,
An argument of strife:
Amongst themselves our enemies
Deride our wofull life.
Turn us again Lord God of hoasts,
And cause (as we have crav'd)
Thy face to shine on Israels coasts,
And then shall we be sav'd.

2. Part.
A Noble Vine of Israel,
Thou did'st from Aegypt bring:
The heathen folk thou did'st expell,
To plant it here to spring.
Sufficient room for it to shoot,
Preparing by thy hand:
And when it once had taken root,
It filled all the Land.
Her boughs like goodly Cedars sprout,
Her shade the hills did hide:
Her boughs & branches were sent out,
From Sea to Rivers side.
Why hast thou then broke down of hers
The quick-set hedges so,
That all the transient passengers
Do pluck her as they go?
All wasted by the woodland Bore,
Wild beasts from neighbouring coasts
Devour thy Vine. Return therefore
We pray thee Lord of hoasts.
Look down from heaven, and behold,
And visit this thy Vine,
And Vineyard planted here of old,
By that right hand of thine.
The branch which was made strong for thee,
See it is all cut down,
And burnt with fire thy branches be,
They perish at thy frown.
Uphold the man of thy right hand,
The sonne of man sustain:
Made strong by thee, for thee to stand,
O make him strong again.
So will not we go back from thee,
O quick'n us for the same,
And we shall faithfull suppliants be,
To call upon thy Name.
Lord God of hoasts our souls incline,
And turn us now again:
Command thy cheerfull face to shine,
And safe shall we remain.

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A metrical version of Psalm 80.

MLA

Barton, William. “Psalm 80.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/79/.

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Barton, William. “Psalm 80.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/79/.

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