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O Lord, to my Relief draw near

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #136a (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, to my Relief draw near; For never was more pressing Need: For my Deliv'rance, Lord, appear, And add to that Deliv'rance Speed. 2 Confusion on their Heads return, Who to destroy my Soul combine: Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Ensnar'd in their own vile Design. 3 Their Doom let Desolation be; With Shame their Malice be repaid, Who mock'd my Confidence in Thee, And Sport of my Affliction made: 4 While Those who humbly seek thy Face, To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving Grace, with me shall sing, The Lord be prais'd. 5 Thus wretched tho' I am, and poor, The mighty Lord of me takes care; Thou, God, who only canst restore, To my Relief with Speed repair. Scripture: Psalm 70 Languages: English

Lord, let thy just Decrees the King

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #139 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Lord, let thy just Decrees the King in all his Ways direct; And let his Son, throughout his Reign, thy righteous Laws respect. 2 So shall he still thy People judge with pure and upright Mind, Whilst all the helpless Poor shall him their just Protector find. 3 Then Hills and Mountains shall bring forth the happy Fruits of Peace; Which all the Land shall own to be the work of Righteousness: 4 Whilst he the poor and needy Race shall rule with gentle Sway, And from their humble Necks shall take oppressive Yokes away. 5 In ev'ry Heart, thy awful Fear shall then be rooted fast, As long as Sun and Moon endure, or Time itself shall last. 6 He shall descend like Rain, that chears the Meadows second Birth; Or like warm Show'rs, whose gentle Drops refresh the thirsty Earth. 7 In his blest Days the Just and Good shall be with Favour crown'd; The happy Land shall ev'ry-where with endless Peace abound. 8 His uncontroul'd Dominion shall from Sea to Sea extend; Begin at proud Euphrate's Streams, at Nature's Limits end. 9 To him the savage Nations round shall bow their servile Heads: His vanquish'd Foes shall lick the Dust where he his Conquest spreads. 10 The Kings of Tarshish, and the Isles, shall costly Presents bring; From spicy Sheba Gifts shall come, and wealthy Saba's King. 11 To him shall ev'ry King on Earth his humble Homage pay; And diff'ring Nations gladly join to own his righteous Sway. 12 For he shall set the Needy free, when they for Succour cry; Shall save the Helpless, and the Poor, and all their Wants supply. Part II 13 His Providence, for needy Souls, shall due Supplies prepare; And over their defenceless Lives shall watch with tender Care. 14 He shall preserve and keep their souls from Fraud and Rapine free; And in his sight their guiltless Blood of mighty Price shall be. 15 Therefore shall God his Life and Reign to many Years extend; Whilst Eastern Princes Tribute pay, and golden Presents send. For him shall constant Pray'rs be made thro' all his prosp'rous Days: His just Dominion shall afford a lasting Theme of Praise. 16 Of useful Grain, through all the Land, great Plenty shall appear: A Handful sown on Mountain-tops a mighty Crop shall bear: Its Fruit, like Cedars shook by Winds, a rattling Noise shall yield: The City too shall thrive, and vie, for Plenty, with the Field. 17 The Mem'ry of his glorious Name thro' endless Years shall run; His spotless Fame shall shine as bright and lasting as the Sun. In him the Nations of the World shall be completely bless'd, And his unbounded Happiness by ev'ry Tongue confess'd. 18 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord, the God whom Israel fears; Who only wond'rous in his Works, beyond Compare, appears. 19 Let Earth be with His Glory fill'd; for ever bless His Name; Whilst to His Praise the list'ning World their glad Assent proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English

At length, by certain Proofs, 'tis plain

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #142 (1754) Lyrics: 1 At length, by certain Proofs, 'tis plain That God will to his Saints be kind; That all whose Hearts are pure and clean, Shall His protecting Favour find. 2,3 Till this sustaining Truth I knew, My stagg'ring Feet had almost fail'd: I griev'd, the Sinner's Wealth to view, And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd. 4,5 They to the Grave in Peace descend, And, whilst they live, are hale and strong; No Plague or Troubles them offend, Which oft to other Men belong. 6.7 With Pride, as with a Chain, they're held, And Rapine seems their Robe of State; Their Eyes stand out, with Fatness swell'd; They grow, beyond their Wishes, great. 8,9 With Hearts corrupt, and lofty Talk, Oppressive methods they defend; Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk, Their Blasphemies to Heav'n ascend. 10 And yet admiring Crouds are found, Who servile Visits duely make; Because with Plenty they abound, Of which their flatt'ring Slaves partake. 11 Their fond Opinion these pursue, Till they with them profanely cry, "How should the Lord our Actions view? "Can He perceive, who dwells so high? 12 Behold the Wicked! these are they Who openly their sins profess; And yet their Wealth's increas'd each Day, And all their Actions meet Success. 13,14 "Then have I cleans'd my Heart (said I), "And wash'd my Hands from Guilt, in vain; "If all the Day oppress'd I lie, "And ev'ry Morning suffer Pain." 15 Thus did I once to speak intend: But if such Things I rashly say, Thy Children, Lord, I must offend, And basely should their Cause betray. Part II 16,17 To fathom this, my Thoughts I bent; But found the Case too hard for me; Till to the House of God I went: Then I their End did plainly see. 18 How high soe'er advanc'd, they all On slipp'ry Places loosely stand; Thence into Ruin headlong fall, Cast down by thy avenging Hand. 19,20 How dreadful and how quick their Fate! Despis'd by Thee, when they're destroy'd; As waking Men with Scorn do treat The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd. 21, 22 Thus was my Heart with Grief opprest, My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains; So stupid was I, like a Beast, Who no reflecting Thought retains. 23,24 Yet still thy Presence me supply'd, And thy Right-hand Assistance gave; Thou first shalt with thy Counsel guide And then to Glory me receive. 25 Whom then in Heav'n but Thee alone Have I, whose Favour I require? Throughout the spacious Earth there's none That I besides Thee can desire. 26 My trembling Flesh, and aching Heart May often fail to succour me; But God shall inward Strength impart, And my eternal Portion be. 27 For they that far from Thee remove, Shall into sudden Ruin fall: If after other Gods they rove, Thy Vengeance shall destroy them all. 28 But as for me, 'tis good and just, That I should still to God repair; In Him I always put my Trust, And will His wondrous Works declare. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Why hast Thou cast us off, O God?

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #145 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Why hast Thou cast us off, O God? wilt Thou no more return? Oh! why against thy chosen Flock does thy fierce Anger burn? 2 Think on thy antient Purchase, Lord, the Land that is thy own, By Thee redeem'd; and Sion's Mount, where once thy Glory shone. 3 Oh, come and view our ruin'd State! how long our Troubles last! See how the Foe with wicked Rage has laid thy Temple waste! 4 Thy Foes blaspheme thy Name: Where late thy zealous Servants pray'd, The Heathen there, with haughty Pomp, their Banners have display'd. 5,6 Those curious Carvings, which did once advance the Artists Fame, With Ax and Hammer they destroy, like Works of vulgar Frame. 7 Thy holy Temple they have burnt; and what escap'd the Flame, Has been profan'd, and quite defac'd, tho' sacred to thy Name. 8 Thy Worship wholly to destroy maliciously they aim'd; And all the sacred Places burn'd, where we thy Praise proclaim'd. 9 Yet of they Presence Thou vouchsaf'st no tender Signs to send: We have no Prophet now, that knows when this sad State shall end. Part II 10 But, Lord, how long wilt Thou permit th' insulting foe to boast? Shall all the Honour of thy Name for evermore be lost? 11 Why hold'st Thou back thy strong Right-hand, and on thy patient Breast, When Vengeance calls to stretch it forth, so calmly lett'st it rest? 12 Thou heretofore, with Kingly Pow'r, in our Defence hast fought; For us, throughout the wond'ring World, hast great Salvation wrought. 13 'Twas Thou, O God, that didst the Sea, by thy own Strength, divide: Thou brak'st the watry Monsters Head, the Waves o'erwhelm'd their Pride. 14 The greatest,fiercest of them all, that seem'd the Deep to sway, Was by thy Pow'r destroy'd, and made to savage Beasts a Prey. 15 Thou clav'st the solid Rock, and mad'st the Waters largely flow; Again, Thou mad'st, thro' parting Streams, thy wond'ring People go. 16 Thine is the chearful Day, and thine the black Return of Night; Thou hast prepar'd the glorious sun, and ev'ry feebler Light. 17 By Thee the Borders of the Earth in perfect Order stand: The Summer's Warmth, and Winter's Cold, attend on thy Command. Part III 18 Remember, Lord, how scornful Foes have daily urg'd our Shame; And how the foolish people have blasphem'd thy holy Name. 19 Oh, free thy mourning Turtle-dove, by sinful Crouds beset; Nor the Assembly of thy Poor for evermore forget. 20 Thy antient Cov'nant, Lord, regard, and make thy Promise good; For now each Corner of the Land is fill'd with Men of Blood. 21 O let not the Oppress'd return, with Sorrow cloath'd, and Shame; But let the Helpless and the Poor for ever praise thy Name. 22 Arise, O God, in our Behalf; thy Cause and ours maintain: Remember how insulting Fools each Day thy Name profane! 23 Make Thou the Boastings of thy Foes for ever, Lord, to cease; Whose Insolence, if unchastiz'd, will more and more increase. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

To Thee, O God, we render Praise

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #148 (1754) Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O God, we render Praise, to Thee with Thanks repair; For, that thy Name to us is nigh, thy wond'rous Works declare. 2 In Israel when my Throne is fix'd, with me shall Justice reign. 3 The Land with Discord shakes; but I the sinking Frame sustain. 4 Deluded Wretches I advis'd their Errors to redress; And warn'd bold Sinners, that they should their swelling Pride suppress. 5 Bear not our selves so high as if no Pow'r could yours restrain: Submit your stubborn Necks, and learn to speak with less Disdain. 6 For that Promotion, which to gain your vain Ambition strives, From neither East, nor West, nor yet from Southern Climes arrives. 7 For God the great Disposer is, and Sov'reign Judge alone, Who casts the Proud to Earth, and lifts the Humble to a Throne. 8 His Hand holds forth a dreadful Cup; with purple Wine 'tis crown'd; The deadly Mixture, which his Wrath deals out to Nations round. Of this his Saints sometimes may taste; but wicked Men shall squeeze The bitter Dregs, and be condemn'd to drink the very Lees. 9 His Prophet, I, to all the World this Message will relate: The Justice then of Jacob's God my Song shall celebrate. 10 The Wickeds Pride I will reduce, their Cruelty disarm; Exalt the Just, and seat him high, above the Reach of Harm. Scripture: Psalm 75 Languages: English

In Judah the Almighty's known

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #150 (1754) Lyrics: 1 In Judah the Almighty's known (Almighty, there, by Wonders shown): His Name in Jacob does excel: 2 His Sanctuary in Salem stands: The Majesty that Heaven commands In Sion condescends to dwell. 3 He brake the Bow and Arrows there, The Shield, the temper'd Sword, and Spear; There slain the mighty Army lay: 4 Whence Sion's Fame thro' Earth is spread, Of greater Glory, greater Dread, than Hills where Robbers lodge their Prey. 5 Their valiant Chiefs, who came for Spoil, Themselves met there a shameful Foil: Securely down to Sleep they lay; But wak'd no more; their stoutest Band Ne'er lifted on resisting Hand 'gainst His that did their Legions slay. 6 When Jacob's God began to frown, Both Horse and Charioteers, o'erthrown, Together slept in endless Night. 7 When Thou, whom Earth and Heav'n revere, Dost once with wrathful Look appear, What mortal Pow'r can stand thy sight? 8 Pronounc'd from Heav'n, Earth hear'd its Doom; Grew hush'd with Fear when Thou didst come, The Meek with Justice to restore. 10 The Wrath of man shall yield Thee Praise: Its last Attempts but serve to raise The Triumphs of Almighty Pow'r. 11 Vow to the Lord; ye Nations, bring Vow'd Presents to th' Eternal King: Thus to His Name due Rev'rence pay, 12 Who proudest Potentates can quell, To earthly Kings more terrible, Than, to their trembling Subjects, they. Scripture: Psalm 76 Languages: English

To God I cry'd, who to my Help

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #151 (1754) Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd, who to my Help did graciously repair; 2 In Trouble's dismal Day I sought my God with humble Pray'r. All Night my fest'ring Wound did run; no Med'cine gave Relief; My soul no Comfort would admit, my Soul indulg'd her Grief. 3 I thought on God, and Favours pass'd; but that increas'd my Pain: I found my Spirit more oppress'd, the more i did complain. 4 Thro' ev'ry Watch of tedious Night Thou keep'st my eyes awake; My Grief is swell'd to that Excess, I sigh, but cannot speak. 5 I call'd to mind the Days of old, with signal Mercy crown'd; Those famous Years of antient Times. for Miracles renoewn'd. 6 By Night I recollect my songs, on former Triumphs made; Then search, consult, and ask my Heart, Where's now that wond'rous Aid? 7 Has God for ever cast us off? withdrawn His Favour quite? 8 Are both His Mercy and his Truth retir'd to endless Night? 9 Can His long-practis'd Love forget its wonted Aids to bring? Has He in Wrath shut up and seal'd His Mercy's healing spring? 10 I said, My Weakness hints these Fears; But I'll my Fears disband; I'll yet remember the Most High, and Years of His Right-hand. 11 I'll call to mind His Works of old the Wonders of His Might; 12 On them my Heart shall meditate, my Tongue shall them recite. 13 Safe lodg'd from human Search on high O God, thy Councils are! Who is so great a God as ours? who can with him compare? 14 Long since a God of wonders Thee thy rescu'd People found; 15 Long since hast Thou thy chosen Seed with strong Deliv'rance crown'd. 16 When thee, O God, the Waters saw, the righted Billows shrunk; The troubled Depths themselves for Fear beneath their Channels sunk. 17 The Clouds pour'd down, while rending skies did with their Noise conspire; Thy Arrows all abroad were snet, wing'd with avenging Fire. 18 Heav'n with thy Thunder's Voice was torn, whilst all the lower world With Lightning blaz'd, Earth shook & seem'd from her Foundations hurl'd. 19 Thro' rolling Streams thou find'st thy Way thy Paths in Waters lie; Thy wond'rous Passage, where no Sight thy Footsteps can descry. 20 Thou ledd'st thy People like a Flock safe through the desart Land, By Moses, their meek skilful Guide, and Aaron's sacred Hand. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Hear, O my People, to my Law

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #153 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Hear, O my People, to my law, devout Attention lend; Let the Instruction of my Mouth deep in your Hearts descend. 2 My Tongue, by Inspiration taught, shall Parables unfold, Dark Oracles, but understood, and own'd for Truths of old; 3 Which we from sacred Ragisters of ancient Times have known, And our Forefathers pious Care to us has handed down. 4 We will not hide them from our sons; our Offspring shall be taught The Praises of the Lord, whose Strength has Works of Wonder wrought. 5 For Jacob he this Law ordain'd, this League with Isr'el made; With Charge, to be from Age to Age, from Race to Race convey'd. 6 That Generations yet to come should to their unborn Heirs Religiously transmit the same, and they again to theirs. 7 To teach them that in God alone their hope securely stands; That they should ne'er his Works forget, but keep his just Commands. 8 Lest, like their Fathers, they might prove a stiff rebellious Race, False-hearted, fickle to this God, unstedfast in his Grace. 9 Such were revolting Ephraim's Sons, who tho' to Warfare bred; And skilful Archers arm'd with Bows, from Field ignobly fled. 10,11 They falsify'd their League with God, his Orders disobey'd, Forgot his Works and Miracles before their Eyes display'd. 12 Nor Wonders, which their Fathers saw, did they in Mind retain; Prodigious Things in Egypt done, and Zoan's fertile Plain. 13 He cut the Seas to let them pass, restrain'd the pressing Flood; While pil'd on Heaps, on either Side, the solid Water stood. 14 A wondrous Pillar led them on, compos'd of Shade and Light; A shelt'ring cloud it prov'd by Day, a leading fire by Night. 15 When Drought oppress'd them, where no Stream the Wilderness supply'd, He cleft the Rock, whose flinty Breast dissolv'd into a tide. 16 Streams from the solid Rock he brought, which down in Rivers fell, That trav'liing with their Camp each Day renew'd the Miracle. 17 Yet there they sinn'd against him more, provoking the most High; In that same Desart where he did their fainting Souls supply. 18 They first incens'd him in their Hearts, that did his Pow'r distrust, And long'd for Meat, not urg'd by Want, but to indulge their Lust. 19 Then utter'd their blaspheming doubts, "Can God, say they, prepare "A Table in the wilderness, "set out with various Fare? 20 "He smote the flinty Rock ('tis true) "and gushing Streams ensu'd; "But can he Corn and Flesh provide "for such a Multitude?" 21 The Lord with Indignation heard: from Heav'n avenging Flame On Jacob fell, consuming Wrath on thankless Isr'el came. 22 Because their unbelieving Hearts in God would not confide, Nor trust his Care, who had from heav'n their Wants so oft supply'd. 23 Tho' he had made his Clouds discharge Provisions down in Show'rs; And when Earth fail'd, reliev'd their Needs from his celestial Stores. 24 Tho' tasteful manna was rain'd down their Hunger to relieve; Tho' from the Stores of Heav'n they did sustaining Corn receive. 25 Thus Man with Angel's sacred Food, ingrateful Man, was fed; Not sparingly, for still they found a plenteous Table spread. 26 From Heav'n he made an East Wind blow, then did the South command 27 To rain down Flesh like Dust, and Fowls like Seas unnumber'd Sand. 28 Within their Trenches he let fall the luscious easy Prey, And all around their spreading Camp the feather'd Booty lay. 29 They fed, were fill'd, he gave them leave their Appetites to feast; 30,31 Yet still their wanton Lust crav'd on, nor with their Hunger ceas'd. But whil'st, in their Dainties chew, The Wrath of God smote down their Chiefs, and Isr'el's Chosen slew. Part II 32 Yet still they sinn'd, nor would afford his Miracles Belief; 33 Therefore thro' fruitless Travels he consum'd their Lives in Grief. 34 When some were slain, the rest return'd to God with early Cry; 35 Own'd Him the Rock of their Defence, their Saviour, God most High. 36 But this was feign'd Submission all, their Heart their Tongue bely'd; 37 Their Heart was still perverse, nor would firm in his league abide. 38 Yet, full of Mercy, he forgave, nor did with Death chastise; But turn'd his kindled Wrath aside, or would not let it rise. 39 For he remember'd they were Flesh, that could not long remain; A murmuring wind that's quickly past, and ne'er return's again. 40 How oft did they provoke him there, how oft his Patience grieve, In that same Desart where he did their fainting Souls relieve. 41 They tempted him by turning back, and wickedly repin'd; When Isr'els God refus'd to be by their Desire confin'd. 42 Nor call'd to mind the Hand and Day that their Redemption brought? 43 His Signs in Egypt, wond'rous Works in Zoan's Valley wrought. 44 He turn'd their Rivers into Blood, that man and Beast forbore; And rather chose to die of Thirst, than drink the putrid Gore. 45 he sent devouring Swarms of Flies, hoarse Frogs annoy'd their Soil, 46 Locust and Caterpillars reap'd the Harvest of their toil. 47 Their Vines with batt'ring hail were broke, with Frost the Fig-tree dies; 48 Lightning and Hail makes Flocks and Herds one general Sacrifice. 49 He turn'd his Anger loose, and set no Time for it to cease; And with their Plagues bad Angels sent their Torments to increase. 50 He clear'd a Passage for his Wrath to ravage uncontroul'd; The Murrain on their Firstlings seiz'd in ev'ry Field and Fold. 51 The deadly Pest from Beast to Man, from Field to City came; It slew their Heirs, their eldest Hopes thro' all the Tents of Ham. 52 But his own Tribe, like folded Sheep, he brought from their Distress; And them conducted like a Flock, throughout the Wilderness. 53 He led 'em on, and in their Way no Cause of Fear they found; But march'd securely through those Deeps, in which their Foes were drown'd. 54 Nor ceas'd his Care till them he brought safe to his promis'd Land, And to his holy Mount, the Prize of his victorious Hand. 55 To them the out-cast Heathen's Land he did by Lot divide; And in their Foes abandon'd Tents, made Isr'el's Tribes reside. Part III 56 Yet still they tempted, still provok'd the Wrath of God most High; Nor would to practise his Commands their stubborn Hearts apply: 57 But in their faithless Fathers Steps, perversely chose to go: They turn'd aside, like Arrows shot from some decietful Bow. 58 For him to Fury they provok'd with Altars set on high; And with their graven Images inflam'd his Jealousy. 59 When God heard this, on Isr'el's Tribes his Wrath and Hatred fell; 60 He quitted Shiloh, and the Tents where once he chose to dwell. 61 To vile Captivity his Ark, his Glory to disdain, 62 His People to the Sword he gave, nor would his Wrath restrain. 63 Destructive War their ablest Youth untimely did confound; No Virgin was to th' Altar led, with nuptial Garlands crown'd. 64 In Fight the Sacrificer fell, the Priest a Victim bled; And Widows who their Death should mourn, themselves of Grief were dead. 65 Then as a Giant rouz'd from Sleep, whom Wine had throughly warm'd, Shouts out aloud; the Lord awak'd, and his proud Foe alamr'd. 66 He smote their Host, that from the field a scatter'd Remnant came, With Wounds imprinted on their Backs of everlasting Shame. 67 With Conquests crown'd he Joseph's Tents, and Ephraim's Tribe forsook; 68 But Judah chose, and Sion's Mount for his lov'd Dwelling took. 69 His Temple he erected there with Spires exalted high; While deep and fix'd as that of Earth, the strong Foundations lie. 70 His faithful Servant David too, he for his Choice did own, And from the Sheepfolds him advanc'd to sit on Judah's Throne. 71 From tending on the teeming Ewes, he brought him forth to feed His own Inheritance, the Tribes of Isr'el's chosen Seed. 72 Exalted thus the Monarch prov'd a faithful Shepherd still; He fed them with an upright Heart, and guided them with Skill. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English

Behold, O God, how heathen Hosts

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #162 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Behold, O God, how heathen Hosts have thy Possession seiz'd! Thy sacred House they have defil'd, thy holy City raz'd! 2 The mangled Bodies of thy Saints, abroad unburied lay; Their Flesh expos'd to savage Beasts, and rav'nous Birds of Prey. 3 Quite thro' Jerus'lem was their Blood like common Water shed; And none were left alive to pay last Duties to the Dead. 4 The neighb'ring Lands our small Remains with loud Reproaches wound; And we a laughing Stock are made to all the Nations round. 5 How long wilt thou be angry, Lord, must we for ever mourn; Shall thy devouring jealous Rage, like Fire for ever burn? 6 On foreign Lands that know not Thee, thy heavy Vengeance show'r; Those sinful Kingdoms let it crush, that have not own'd thy Pow'r. 7 For their devouring jaws have prey'd on Jacob's chosen Race; And to a barren Desart turn'd their fruitful Dwelling-place. 8 O think not on our former Sins, but speedily prevent The utter Ruin of thy Saints, almost with Sorrow spent. 9 Thou God of our Salvation, help, and free our souls from blame; So shall our Pardon and Defence exalt thy glorious Name. 10 Let Infidels, that scoffing say, "Where is the God they boast?" In Vengeance for thy slaughter'd Saints, perceive thee to their Cost. 11 lord, hear the sighing Pris'ners Moans, thy saving Pow'r extend; Preserve the Wretches doom'd to die, from that untimely End. 12 On them, who us oppress, let all our Suff'ring's be repaid; Make their Confusion seven times more than what on us they laid. 13 So we thy People and thy Flock, shall ever praise thy Name; And with glad Hearts our grateful Thanks from Age to Age proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 79 Languages: English

O Isr'l's Shepherd, Joseph's guide

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #164 (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Isr'els Shepherd, Joseph's Guide, Our Pray'rs to thee vouchsafe to hear; Thou that do'st on the Cherubs ride, Again in solemn State appear. 2 Behold how Benjamin expects, With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd, In our Deliv'rance, the Effects Of thy resistless Strength to find. 3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The Lustre of thy Face display; And all the Ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd 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 fotc'd 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 Lustre of thy Face display, And all the Ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd Clouds shall pass away. Part II 8 Thou brought'st a Vine from Egypt's Land; And casting out the Heathen Race, Didst plant it with thine own right Hand, and firmly fix'd it in their Place. 9 Before it thou prepar'dst the Way, and mad'st it take a lasting Root, Which, bless'd with thy indulgent Ray, O'er all the Land did widely shoot. 10,11 The Hills were cover'd with its Shade, its goodly Boughs did Cedars seem: Its Branches to the Sea were spread, And reach'd to proud Euphrates Stream. 12 Why then hast thou its Hedges o'erthrown, Which thou hadst made so firm and strong? Whilst all its Grapes, defenceless grown, Are pluck'd 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. Part III 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 secur'd from Wrong: The Son of Man in Mercy bless, Whom for thy self thou mad'st so strong. 18 So shall we still continue free From whatsoe'er deserves thy Blame; And if once more reviv'd by thee, Will always praise thy holy name. 19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The Lustre of thy Face display, And all the Ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd Clouds shall pass away. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English