Psalm 80

HEar thou, that Flock-like, Ioseph guidest,
And twixt the Cherubims residest;
Now, Isr'els Pastor shine thou clear:
To Beniamin's & Eph'rims vewe,
Thy strength before Manasseth shewe;
And, to defend vs, drawe thou near.

Returne, & of thy grace assure vs;
For, that alone will save & cure vs.
Oh Lord of hoasts; wee thee entreat:
For aye therfor, close not thime ears
Though, long, thou mak'st vs drinck our teares,
And giv'st vs weepings for our meat.

Our Neighbours are at strife about vs,
Thou mak'st our foes to scorne & flout vs,
Lord God of Hoasts! our sorrow slake:
To save vs, cause thy face to shine:
For, thou from Egipt broughtst this Vine,
And, threw'st out Nations for her sake.

The place, thou hadst before so tilled,
That, rooting well, the land shee filled,
And cov'red mountaines with her shade:
Her boughs did Cedar-like extend,
Shee, branches to the sea did send,
And, to the River, shee did spread.

Why of her hedge hast thou bereft her?
Why to the spoile of strangers left her?
And of the feirce vntamed swine?
The Forrest herds, have her or'ethrowne;
Oh Lord of Hoasts! from heav'n look downe,
Behold, & visite this thy Vine.

That Vine, which thy right-hand hath cherisht
That branch, which for thine owne was nourisht,
Is burn't & spoild, while thou dost frowne:
Oh! send, for our defence to stand,
That Sonn of Man, whome thy Right-hand,
Hath arm'd, & chosen for thine owne.

Then, we shall never more denie thee;
But, being still revived by thee,
For ever, call vpon thy Name.
Oh Lord of Hoasts, convert vs nowe,
A gratious look, on vs bestowe,
And, thou shalt save vs, by the same.