Psalm 80

O Thou that Joseph like a flock,
shepherd of Israel,
Dost lead, shine brightly forth, that dost
between the Cherubs dwell.
Before Ephraim and Benjamin,
and in Manassehs sight,
To come and save us in distresse,
shew forth thy pow'r and might.

Turn us, O God, bring us again
from our Captivity,
And cause thy face on us to shine,
then saved shall we be.
O Lord, thou God of hosts, how long
wilt thou thus angry bee,
Against thy peoples pray'r, and sutes
which they present to thee?

Thou feedst them with such sorrows, that
their bread with tears they eat,
Thou dost give them their tears to drink,
in measure full and great.
Thou makest us a strife unto
our neighbours that be neer,
Our enemies amongst themselves
at us do laugh and jeer.

Turn us again, O God of hosts,
from our captivitie,
And cause thy face on us to shine,
then saved shall we be.
Thou hast a Vine from Egypt brought
by thine out-stretched hand,
And thou hast cast the Heathen out,
to plant it in their land.

A large room thou prepar'dst for it,
that it might thrive and grow,
And mad'st it fill the land where it
had ta'en deep root below.
And with the shadow of the same
the mountains cov'red were,
The boughs that did from it shoot out,
like cedars did appeare.

Her mighty boughs from sea to sea,
she spread on every side,
Her branches to the river great
Euphrates multipli'd.
Why hast thou then her fences all
and hedges thus down cast,
That all that passe along the way,
her branches break and waste?

The fierce wilde boar out of the Wood
turns up her roots apace,
Her branches wilde beasts of the field
eat up before our face.
O Lord of hosts return again,
we pray thee unto thine,
Look down from Heaven and behold
and visit this thy Vine.

The Vineyard which with thy right hand
thou plantedst carefully,
The branch which thou mad'st strong, that it
might bring forth fruit to thee,
Behold, it is burnt up with fire,
and it is quite cut down,
Thy people perish when thou dost
in wrath upon them frown.

Upon the man of thy right hand
let thy right hand remain,
On him whom thou mad'st strong, and didst
for thine own self maintain.
And then will we no more go back,
nor from thee ever fall,
O quicken and raise up our hearts,
we on thy name will call.

Turn us, O God of hosts again
from our captivity,
And cause thy face on us to shine,
then saved shall we be.