O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord, Fowl of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet And glorious is thy name through all the earth! APRIL, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. PSALM LXXX. THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed, That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, And in Manasse's sight, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen To save us by thy might. Turn us again, thy grace divine Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow Against thy people's prayer! Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears, And mak'st them largely drink the tears A strife thou mak'st us and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play, Return us, and thy grace divine, A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought, And drov'st out nations, proud and haut, Thou did'st prepare for it a place, That it began to grow apace, With her green shade that cover'd all, Her branches on the western side Her other branches went. Why hast thou laid her hedges low, The tusked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots, Wild beasts there browse, and make their food Her grapes and tender shoots. Return now, God of Hosts, look down And visit this thy vine. Visit this vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thyself But now it is consumed with fire, Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe, PSALM LXXXI. To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, Blow, as is vont, in the new moon Th' appointed time, the day whereon This was a statute giv❜n of old A law of Jacob's God, to hold, From whence they might not swerve. This he a testimony ordain'd In Joseph, not to change, When as he pass'd through Egypt land; The tongue I heard was strange. From burden, and from slavish toil I set his shoulder free; His hands from pots, and miry soil, When trouble did thee sore assail, I answer'd thee in thunder deep Hear, O my People, hearken well, If thou wilt list to me, Throughout the land of thy abode No alien God shall be, Nor shalt thou to a foreign God I am the Lord thy God which brought Ask large enough, and I, besought, And yet my people would not hear, And Israel, whom I loved so dear, Then did I leave them to their will, O that my people would be wise, Then would I soon bring down their foes, And turn my hand against all those Who hate the Lord should then be fain But they, his people, should remain, Their time should have no end. And he would feed them from the shock And satisfy them from the rock |