Psalm 80, Adopted to the Church of England, Part 1

Shepherd of souls, the great, the good.
Who leadest Israel like a sheep,
Present to guard, and give them food,
And kindly in Thy bosom keep;

Hear Thy afiflicted people's prayer,
Arise out of Thy holy place,
Stir up Thy strength, Thine arm make bare,
And vindicate Thy chosen race.

Haste to our help, Thou God of love!
Supreme, almighty King of kings,
Descend all-glorious from above.
Come flying on the cherubs' wings!

Turn us again, O Lord! and show
The brightness of Thy lovely face;
So shall we all be saints below.
And saved, and perfected in grace.

O Lord of Hosts, O God of grace,
How long shall Thy fierce anger burn
Against Thine own peculiar race
Who ever pray Thee to return?

Thou givest us plenteous draughts of tears,
With tears Thou dost Thy people feed;
We sorrow till Thy face appears,
Affliction is our daily bread.

A strife we are to all around.
By vile intestine vipers torn;
Our bitter household-foes abound.
And laugh our fallen Church to scorn.

Turn us again, O God! and show
The brightness of Thy lovely face;
So shall we all be saints below.
And saved, and perfected in grace.