Psalm 80 (Tate & Brady)

1 O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,

Our pray'rs to thee vouchsafe to hear;

Thou that dost on the cherubs ride,

again in solemn state appear.

2 Behold, how Benjamin expects,

with Ephraim and Manasseh joined,

In our delv'rance, the effects

of thy resistless strength to find.

3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou

the luster of thy face display;

And all the ills we suffer now

like scattered clouds shall pass away.

4 O thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey,

how long shall thy fierce anger burn

How long thy suff'ring people pray,

and to their pray'rs have no return?

5 When hungry, we are forced to drench

our scanty food in floods of woe;

When dry, our raging thirst we quench

with streams of tears that largely flow.

6 For us the heathen nations round,

as for a common prey contest;

Our foes with spiteful joy, abound,

and at our lost condition jest.

7 Do thou convert us, Lord; do thou

the luster of thy face display;

And all the ills we suffer now

like scattered clouds shall Pass away.

The Second Part.

8 Thou brought'st a vine from Egypts land,

and, casting out the heathen race,

Didst plant it with thine own right hand,

and firmly fixed it in their place.

9 Before it thou prepar'st the way,

and mad'st.it take a lasting root;

Which, blest with thy indulgent ray,

o'er all the land did widely shoot.

10,11

The hills were covered with its shade,

its goodly boughs did cedars seem;

Its branches to the sea were spread,

and reached to proud Euphrates stream.

12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erthrown,

which thou hadst made so firm and strong?

Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown,

are plucked by those that pass along.

13 See how the bristling forest boar

with dreadful fury lays it waste;

Hark, how the savage monsters roar,

and to their helpless prey make haste.

The Third Part.

14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray;

thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew;

From heav'n, thy throne, this vine survey,

and her sad state with pity view.

15 Behold the vineyard made by thee,

which thy right hand did guard so long;

And keep that branch from danger free,

which for thyself thou mad'st so strong.

16 To wasting flames 'tis made a prey,

and all its spreading boughs cut down,

At thy rebuke they soon decay,

and perish at thy dreadful frown.

17 Crown thou the king with good success,

by thy right hand secured from wrong:

The son of man in mercy bless,

whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong.

18 So shall we still continue free

from whatsoe'er deserves thy blame;

And, if once more revived by thee,

will always praise thy holy Name.

19 Do thou convert us, Lord; do thou

the luster of thy face display;

And all the ills we suffer now,

like scattered clouds shall pass away.