Psalm 80, Adopted to the Church of England, Part 2

Surely, O Lord, we once were Thine,
(Thou hast for us Thy wonders wrought.)
A generous and right noble vine,
When newly out of Egypt brought.

Thou didst the heathen stock expel.
And chase them from their quiet home.
Druids and all the brood of hell.
And monks of anti-Christian Rome.

) I Planted by Thine almighty hand,
Water'd with blood, the vine took root.
And spread throughout the happy land,
And fill'd the earth with golden fruit.

The hills were cover'd with her shade,
Her branchy arms extended wide;
Their fair luxuriant honours spread,
And flourish'd as the cedar's pride.

Her boughs she stretch'd from sea to sea,
And reach'd to frozen Scotia's shore.
(They once revered the hierarchy.
And bless'd the mitre's sacred power.)

Why then hast Thou abhorr'd Thine own.
And cast Thy pleasant plant away?
Broke down her hedge, her fence o'erthvown.
And left her to the beasts of prey.?

All that go by pluck off her grapes,
Our Sioii of her children spoil;
And error in ten thousand shapes
Would every gracious soul beguile.

The boar out of the German wood
Tears up her roots with baleful power;
The lion roaring for his food,
And all the forest beasts, devour.

Turn Thee again, O Lord our God!
Look down with pity from above!
O lay aside Thy vengeful rod,
And visit us in pardoning love!